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i was a floater by definition a name plastered on my chest since grade 2 i would just float around. our names were classified by how we lived i had nothing to hold me down my body would move from place to place bumping into things not staying for too long i was happy i guess i wasn't lost i knew the exact pinpoint in the ocean the singular sand particle on the beach but there was a big wooden ship behind me with the Captain singing a sweet sea song and the Sailors' voices lilted carrying bottles of blue sea glass pretending they were telescopes so, I took my little body, wrinkled from the Sea, and my waterlogged fingers gripped the boat tight the Captain's song found its way into my lungs and I could see the encroaching shore, but I wan't worried because I am still riding that ship. sometimes, Sailors go their separate ways find new land, find new ships sometimes, pruney, little hands grab a hold of the hull and We pull them on. one day, I will leave this ship, but it won't be forever because I am anchored.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
anchors iii
i was a floater by definition a name plastered on my chest since grade 2 i would just float around. our names were classified by how we lived i had nothing to hold me down my body would move from place to place bumping into things not staying for too long i was happy i guess i wasn't lost i knew the exact pinpoint in the ocean the singular sand particle on the beach but there was a big wooden ship behind me with the Captain singing a sweet sea song and the Sailors' voices lilted carrying bottles of blue sea glass pretending they were telescopes so, I took my little body, wrinkled from the Sea, and my waterlogged fingers gripped the boat tight the Captain's song found its way into my lungs and I could see the encroaching shore, but I wan't worried because I am still riding that ship. sometimes, Sailors go their separate ways find new land, find new ships sometimes, pruney, little hands grab a hold of the hull and We pull them on. one day, I will leave this ship, but it won't be forever because I am anchored.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
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