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Afloat

Wish I was on a tiny wooden boat
Slowly sending my grief afloat
No paddles needed for the sea
No destination in mind, no where to be
Fingers gently flowing through it all
Lightning and storming in the downfall
No life vest or beacon in sight
Stagnate but speeding through the night
Sailing adrift with clarity in my eyes
Passing my tears heading for the skies

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Carisa Adrienne

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