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Sep 2017
The ferryman awaits.
Let him call.
I'll go eventually.

We'll sail off into the ether.
Disappearing slowly.

What's my destination?
I won't pay till I know my final station!
Written by
Kmood  41/F/Auckland
(41/F/Auckland)   
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