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I don't have a destination. I don't have an anchorage. Drifting in the ocean currents. With a repaired boat. I have no where to go. Miles away from the land. I row towards your eyes. Don't avert your eyes. Or I'll be eternally lost.
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
Don't avert your eyes
I don't have a destination. I don't have an anchorage. Drifting in the ocean currents. With a repaired boat. I have no where to go. Miles away from the land. I row towards your eyes. Don't avert your eyes. Or I'll be eternally lost.
prabhu-moorthy
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
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