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Jul 2015
Nautilus
The knot in us.
Unknown,
It's grown,
In the darkness
Never seen, till in need.
The *
Nautilus sleeps.

In times of turmoil,
Of doubt and pain.
That's when the
Nautilus,
Earns its name.
When called forth
The
Nautilus roars,
It ascends to the fore.

Of *courage
over *fear,
Strength over pain,
The Nautilus breaks clear
The sufferer's aid.

It puts to end,
The chaos, the carnage.
Replaced with,
Experience's  wisdom
And the patience of age.
Weeks of confusion and doubt, and I've come out better with a fragile, but new perspective on where i want my life to lead. It's been tough, it's been tiring, but I've made it through. I've capped the name Nautilus for that something inside us that pushes us to be.. legendary.
The Tinkerer
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The Tinkerer  24/M/New Zealand
(24/M/New Zealand)   
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