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Emptying the Atlantic

July 10, 2010
By LeftnantCrunch BRONZE, Atlanta, Georgia
LeftnantCrunch BRONZE, Atlanta, Georgia
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Once I’ve grasped the shackle, I’ve got the key.
The prison is the smoke surrounding me.
The cage is my dream of the salty sea.
But I suspect this isn’t how things should be.
I breathe shallow breathes and prepare to flee.
I sip a cup of ocean mixed with tea.
I forget her eyes and set myself free.



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