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Feb 2016
Standing at the helm
of a boat set adrift,
looking forward into the mist.
Hearing a voice,
sounding proud
No, I can’t turn around,
heart starting to pound,
knowing too well
who’s hand
touched this boat
who’s hand
set me afloat
me
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