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She calls. She waves at me. Her French manicure frothing Come she whispers. Come with me to adventure. Come with me to danger.   Eventually I’ll go. Despite all the corpses littering her depths I wait for my hair to be pulled in and tied. My sails to be hoisted and set And my nose to be pointed Towards the next port.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
She
She calls. She waves at me. Her French manicure frothing Come she whispers. Come with me to adventure. Come with me to danger.   Eventually I’ll go. Despite all the corpses littering her depths I wait for my hair to be pulled in and tied. My sails to be hoisted and set And my nose to be pointed Towards the next port.
It’s a work in progress. I’ve just woken up. Also if the sea is feminine and a boat is feminine then is this poem about lesbian love?!
#im#a#boat#day5#sea#she#ship#lesbian#maybe
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
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