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Lost in a sea of lines paper
Peaceful thoughts bring soft gliding


But, In storms of anger,
I cleat my lines
In hope of gaining control.


Gunneling up to my feelings,
Throwing this choppy soul
To written winds carrying me


In bountiful breeze.
Steering rotting rudder leeward.
Home.




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