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Feb 2014
Sometimes i feel
Like giving up
Smoking up
Just let me drift away

Shove me on ship
Just shackle me up
Wake me up
I'll be a stowaway

Hide me deep
Beneath the ground
No sight and sound
With maybe just a shovel

With tranquil mind
Less profound
More lost than found
I'll throw in the blood drenched towel.
Long To Sail
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Long To Sail
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