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I am a holder of cargo, I am a keeper of lives. Life of one hundred years keeps me adrift, to be tossed lifelessly by the moving soul of the earth. I am adventure. I carried your fathers. They loved me as a mother, and I bore my children in my dark, wooden womb. I am the plague, I brought the vermin and death. I am the world, you can see it in my sails, flowing with the wind of one hundred thousand souls, some home, some still here.
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
Wooden Womb
I am a holder of cargo, I am a keeper of lives. Life of one hundred years keeps me adrift, to be tossed lifelessly by the moving soul of the earth. I am adventure. I carried your fathers. They loved me as a mother, and I bore my children in my dark, wooden womb. I am the plague, I brought the vermin and death. I am the world, you can see it in my sails, flowing with the wind of one hundred thousand souls, some home, some still here.
aubrey-rose
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
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