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Sep 2011
6.
it strikes me as odd
how blind we are to [our own lives]
we think
we are the captains of our own ships
                              but we are not
                              there is no captain
                              no leader
               only wind
               blowing us about
[we don't even know the direction we are going]
Written by
meg colannino
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