Does this really matter anymore,
coming from a passionless former *****
I speak from the depths of me,
a broken ship cast out to a stormy blue sea.
Holes in my bilge overflowing,
and my sail is barely even showing.
Engulfed by dark salty waters,
sharing space in Davy's locker with my forefathers.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Does this really matter anymore,
coming from a passionless former *****
I speak from the depths of me,
a broken ship cast out to a stormy blue sea.
Holes in my bilge overflowing,
and my sail is barely even showing.
Engulfed by dark salty waters,
sharing space in Davy's locker with my forefathers.
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