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Jun 2013
There is a boat that once,
drifted into a sea
which only made waves
when a storm came through-
But the boat would not sink,
it would only drown slowly.
Then the boat would make its way
above the water and drift again
never unprepared
for another storm to pass through.

Little did you know,
that boat is me,
and the storm,
you.
Anastasiya M
Written by
Anastasiya M  United States
(United States)   
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   Timothy and Elizabeth Squires
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