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in the time of the perfect map the sails have been set but I don't know where I'm going yet over the waves I float as the map tells me more not daring yet, to reach for my oar for if my oar hits the ocean wrong or if my eagerness too strong gone, gone with the map gone, gone with the peace gone, gone is the silence, my centerpiece across the strait, perhaps is a perfect golden isle but some other will find it soon as I follow the file what could be forgiven if i threw the map into the deep depths of the water from the deepest solitude?
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Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
perfect map
in the time of the perfect map the sails have been set but I don't know where I'm going yet over the waves I float as the map tells me more not daring yet, to reach for my oar for if my oar hits the ocean wrong or if my eagerness too strong gone, gone with the map gone, gone with the peace gone, gone is the silence, my centerpiece across the strait, perhaps is a perfect golden isle but some other will find it soon as I follow the file what could be forgiven if i threw the map into the deep depths of the water from the deepest solitude?
EasonBrooks
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Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
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