The dark ship of my mind
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Last published Thu, Sep 28, 2017
It may be hard sailing; the wind so fierce you may wish there was none, its a good thing smooth seas didn't make a good sailer
I may have no order none in a sense
I may pull you under a sea so dark that even the bubbles supposedly going to the surface deceive you
though i have all these things in the common with society I'm not society
Im another glossy eyed member of it
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