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Nabs Jan 2016
By nabs

This ship is marred
with fingerstains of life
trying to prove,
they aren't dying.

This ship is anchored
with guilt and regret
poisoning the waters
with toxic souls
it tried to disperse

This ship is filled
with gaping holes
walking around with
An abyss for a heart.

This ship is set
for a journey
no one coming back from.

— The End —