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Mar 2022
With wood and nails, we build a boat
So man like God can learn to float
He sets his sails across the sea
Row in hand alone he’ll be
The waves clashed… the sea was rough
The stormy clouds were not a bluff
The rain cleared and from its mist
Another name upon death’s list
Did a scribble art drawing to go with this... https://ibb.co/znVrCrC

Also did a 2nd verse but didnt like it much so kept it short but the second verse is the following:


The gulls fly by and call his name
The man lays still without a claim
The birds sit upon the mast
And gaze on the man that's passed
One hops upon the dead mans back
Claws in wounds with blood now black
A reflection it sees in his eyes
Between the blood beyond the flies
Alex
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Alex  40/M/Los Angeles
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