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Jan 2015
Broken anchors can’t drown
The secrets you keep above.
The calm horizons are just a façade;
What lies beneath
Is an infinite abyss
Filled to the brim,
Overflowing with tainted thoughts
A heart’s meandering beat
Is nothing more than an apparatus
To keep the hasty currents flowing,
And the treacherous waves crashing.
Jake Griffith
Written by
Jake Griffith  IUP
(IUP)   
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