Like a shark, I swim.
Honing in on a minuscule drop of blood
In an ocean of millions of gallons
The water pushing against my skin
The friction, ever increasing.
The muscle tires, but the drive grows
For this drop of blood, will I press on against the tides?
Without cease.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
Like a shark, I swim.
Honing in on a minuscule drop of blood
In an ocean of millions of gallons
The water pushing against my skin
The friction, ever increasing.
The muscle tires, but the drive grows
For this drop of blood, will I press on against the tides?
Without cease.
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