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Dispirit, Alone, No port, Only storm, A wake… In high open seas. Compress Is gone. Hull Is all torn. Rudderless... And... all worn. A providence... There's no providence … towards home. Scuttling; What is left... To this destiny?
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
tempest-tossed
Dispirit, Alone, No port, Only storm, A wake… In high open seas. Compress Is gone. Hull Is all torn. Rudderless... And... all worn. A providence... There's no providence … towards home. Scuttling; What is left... To this destiny?
theresa-m-rose
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
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