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The wind was sweet and smelled of home The sea was rough and felt unknown Escaping shores of lunacy Dawn light, twilight, infinity Can we keep our baring straight Or will we be blown off course? Are we instruments of fate? Do we really have a choice? A voice whispers in the gales Like in the songs and childhood tales Where krakens raging in the sea Crack ships into a million pieces Can we keep our baring straight? Or will we be blown off course? Are we instruments of fate? Do we really have a choice?
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 10:45:09 +0000

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