November 7, 2016
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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.

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