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Amanda Hawk Nov 2020
You ask me
To build you cities
When I only have
Avenues of waterfalls
I wish
These words
Could build you rafts
So you could
Float along the horizon
At the end of the day
Promises are hollow
And we all sink
Like ships
Brenna Smith Feb 2015
I am no life raft
I will not sink and drown again
until my blood turns into fish
and I become rotten

I am a ship and I promise
I will be at shore soon.
I  promise. 1/8/15

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