Jun 27
Hope washes in—
On my new boat.
Brushing against,
The new-strong,
Wooden planks.
Hopefully.
I can stay,
Afloat.
On my new boat.
Brushing against,
The new-strong,
Wooden planks.
Hopefully.
I can stay,
Afloat.
Who knows when I’ll sink again..it’s just a matter of time, before the ship goes down, and I go with it…
(15/F/Wisconsin)
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