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"shoreless" poems
Drifting back to the ocean like it never even happened unraveled dreams washed clean crystalline renaissance bestowed     by wind mountain spring waters rising from the heart of mother earth A remnant light glows deeply of one love's untamed wonders an unfastened feather glides abandoned rushing waters floating alighting pilgrim blissfully sails on stranded without wings a fallen wild feather free as bird wanting a place to be let free Sun in the summer air wind in buoyant feathered hair softly dancing upon wild river restless ripples to feel the love of holding on adrift asunder whence it touched on destiny's far-reaching journey yonder holding onto flowing rivers rolling towards the sea The incoming tidal waters blossom surge to greet wind river's gentle saunter converging slackening passage salt on feral feathered fragments arousing currents babbling swirl imbibed by the impassioned sea Wild rivers' born intentions a different kind of drifting passage to kiss the distant horizon where the sown sunlight settles submerged in shoreless ocean waters     to be free all at sea at last someone you used to know  2017
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
It's only water
Up, O ye lovers, and away! 'Tis time to leave the world for aye. Hark, loud and clear from heaven the from of parting calls-let none delay! The cameleer hat risen amain, made ready all the camel-train, And quittance now desires to gain: why sleep ye, travellers, I pray? Behind us and before there swells the din of parting and of bells; To shoreless space each moment sails a disembodied spirit away. From yonder starry lights, and through those curtain-awnings darkly blue, Mysterious figures float in view, all strange and secret things display. From this orb, wheeling round its pole, a wondrous slumber o'er thee stole: O weary life that weighest naught, O sleep that on my soul dost weigh! O heart, toward they heart's love wend, and O friend, fly toward the Friend, Be wakeful, watchman, to the end: drowse seemingly no watchman may.
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Departure
Ethereal petals blue unfurling a presence on the waveless shoreless waters bathed in golden light a smile, a portal to vaster worlds unfolding on the placid lake a golden peace unending dawn
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
Blue lotus
Flaming bridges up in smoke— ashes scattered in the wind Requiem to passing yesterdays; vestige of all that’s lost — bestrewn in prevailing currents amongst the drifting autumn leaves No smoke on rising waters — lingers between growing distant shores Untamed rivers rising rinse away the taste of sparks spake from silent tongues Portaging all that once was with all that could never remain,  back to the briny deep  An uncontainable rivers pilgrimage — entombing reverently ancient fractals of being Sowing feral rivers' ashes — sacrificial scatterings of destiny washed afar unto the flotsam on shoreless stormy  seas Jesse Stillwater
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
Burning rivers
Honey meets tongue, Leaves taste buds stung and mouth melting violently versing vows, Spilling out fermented Thoughts caught aloud Dribbling down toward where they ought not Time stopped us In a clockmaker shop Cooking empty pots of dead doves in forgot sauce Some day in december's When Plans were dismembered For the scent of Butter bubbling curiosity Found horse hungry, So, suddenly he broke free Trampling Predictable  logic. chasing her tail to town When, I, sir pain, thought id taught again, then again the art of invading castles, Without being found. Trolling, rolling through The inner out of bounds A shoeless, shoreless yet Very sure way To get around None catching on of course Till swordsman number four Split with silver This world on wheels we made With a crash left some Birthday suit vision Standing stunned stupid Abashed with a gun to the  mirror Which crying, stammered: If you let them dear, Just let them, They will Listen, To your  chime, chiming Bells inside, Rhyming you dread hearing songs from" Said defense: "Who wants to play each blow to the heart With lawless abandon to The head?" "letting harsh  light burn holes and leave marks wherever they feel" Don't think so Solomon!" Vision laughs, reflection kneels, Hands praying And In the periphery, as a way to break scene here we see the mailman Crying tears on a map Who once watched little Ms steel-sturdy put on her full act. Wood chips flew thenmsky went black Pupils dilate to her shell-shocked state Of Before, before hell bent on Withholding, before Taking hostage of clowns who are all tied up with Lilith, the queen The state that led our wayward siren to begin driving round   in Some man-made beast She calls Ed.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 7:22 AM UTC
How to invent a Trojan War
Honey meets tongue, Leaves taste buds stung and mouth melting violently versing vows, Spilling out fermented Thoughts caught aloud Dribbling down toward where they ought not Time stopped us In a clockmaker shop Cooking empty pots of dead doves in forgot sauce Some day in december's When Plans were dismembered For the scent of Butter bubbling curiosity Found horse hungry, So, suddenly he broke free Trampling Predictable  logic. chasing her tail to town When, I, sir pain, thought id taught again, then again the art of invading castles, Without being found. Trolling, rolling through The inner out of bounds A shoeless, shoreless yet Very sure way To get around None catching on of course Till swordsman number four Split with silver This world on wheels we made With a crash left some Birthday suit vision Standing stunned stupid Abashed with a gun to the  mirror Which crying, stammered: If you let them dear, Just let them, They will Listen, To your  chime, chiming Bells inside, Rhyming you dread hearing songs from" Said defense: "Who wants to play each blow to the heart With lawless abandon to The head?" "letting harsh  light burn holes and leave marks wherever they feel" Don't think so Solomon!" Vision laughs, reflection kneels, Hands praying And In the periphery, as a way to break scene here we see the mailman Crying tears on a map Who once watched little Ms steel-sturdy put on her full act. Wood chips flew thenmsky went black Pupils dilate to her shell-shocked state Of Before, before hell bent on Withholding, before Taking hostage of clowns who are all tied up with Lilith, the queen The state that led our wayward siren to begin driving round   in Some man-made beast She calls Ed.
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O Lord of the hosts! His eyes shine in radiance in whose heart is your name whence the origin and where the end the earth, sky and stars pay homage to him and fear fears him whom your shadow protects O Lord of the hosts! He who earns the blessing of your love wealth finds him in whatever he does and a shoreless boat is he who has not found you whose benevolent eyes keep watch over all shattering the storms of sins, whose glory never ebbs, he becomes a master of his own destiny even forgetting the world, who has found your grace, come riding the mouse, O Lord of the hosts! Anointed of the dust of your foot on his forehead, who lives mortal here, the immortal nectars cannot tempt him he can drink venom smiling just by the shadow of your grace the wheel of the chariot of time moves and by a spark of your ire abodes of demons burn the minions of enemies stand defeated, a particle is a mountain, boon become into this world, comes your name, O Lord of the hosts! Glory, glory to the dear one adorned of peacocks!
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
Shree Ganesha Deva | Indian Film Music project -1
O Lord of the hosts! Shine in radiance, his eyes - in whose heart is your name; Who fathoms your ends? The earth, sky and stars pay homage to him and fear fears him, whom your shadow protects: O Lord of the hosts! Wealth finds him in whatever he does who earns the blessing of your love, and a shoreless boat is he who has not found you whose benevolent eyes keep watch over all shattering the storms of sins, whose glory never ebbs; Becomes a master of destiny, even forgetting the world, who has found your grace, come riding the mouse - O Lord of the hosts! Anointed of the dust of your foot on his forehead, who lives mortal here, immortal nectars cannot tempt him - he can drink venom smiling; Just by the shadow of your grace the wheel of the chariot of time moves and by a spark of your ire abodes of demons burn; The minions of enemies stand defeated, miraculous, boon become into this world, comes your name: O Lord of the hosts! Glory, glory to the dear one adorned of peacock-feathers!
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
Shree Ganesha Deva | Indian Film Music project
The door out back from a cosy hamlet is too a thorny one that is not often tread Just when all seems certain and settled life comes knocking and seething. And you go walking the starry path, the wayward path, the meandering path to nine yards of nowhereness. Questions, some are never settled. Invitations some are never forever. Rhythms are not made to last, just like the seasons. Winters are the longest, deepest and darkest that etch their cold onto pestles of the heart that want to pound down memories a tonic. Emerge, shadowy oars, from mists unraveling by the shorey oceans lining the soul, Slow here are the sailboats of hope that we unfurl in sodden winds and keep rowing on, on to the shoreless zons. when the cold gets to the bones, I make a bonfire of all my pasts, longings and belongings, oh the late gull that shrieks past the silences. All, but love. That, I cannot burn, for that I am, I loved, and will love, change forms, change norms, but that I will.
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
Liebe über alles | The Hermit
Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human tears! Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow Claspest the limits of mortality, And sick of prey, yet howling on for more, Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore; Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm, Who shall put forth on thee, Unfathomable Sea?
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Time
slipping away passages of time slips away down through the canyon rock where the forever makes it yawning gait and the weight of the fossils forces down upon the lightless tunnels where the urchins and sea shells learned to sing in their petrified state, where the smooth stone kiss where waters were once a rushing estate and eyeless fish swim not knowing the difference of light and dark in the deep lake echoing fathers, weeping widows silence endangers the sanity echoed into a beating soul forget not the smooth takeaway winds nor the shoreless wager of nighttime gin a mammoth cavern performing unspoken hollowed out by all that is forgotten
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Mammoth Cavern
When I did sail across the boundless sea Through waves and wondrous shores, and wayward winds, I traveled into earth's philosophy, And saw the ocean’s daunting thrills, Its majesty become a living thought— At nature’s host I did but hardly glimpse. I only wish to see what beauty wrought, From shoreless seas to forests, meadows, leas, And many sights that held me overawed. That endless dream I now no longer see, For I’m in glory’s blindness now confined, And now I pray to once again be free. When I do close my eyes one final time, I only wish to dwell in nature’s shrine.
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
The Boundless Sea
I keep slicing reality With the Knife of Reason, Yet brushing winds Carry scents of hope. Neuron connections of Misconceptions - Is that causation Or empty words? I keep dicing my days Climbing the ego Of a shoreless mind You keep coming my way Wearing nothing but bands Around your thighs - Limelight moments. Ticking clocks. Shivers Down my spine.
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
Strawberries & Mascarpone
Soft shoulders shoreless summer out of the sinking and onto the floatation hunting for mermaid while taking islands along the river's mutiny blue coda dreamwater but fire in the organism the hour is thin the ice is even thinner
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Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 6:29 PM UTC
Tipping the Kayak
Rings of light lowering from the skies I called my faith Godly and A universe is birthing somewhere; Transporting peace into this world everyone else infidel. Now I going extinct Dinosaurs in There! Ant-eating stick, I emerged have divine rights to pillage all. A galaxy few light-years away, A tool-making ape. And gave the Shoreless ocean knocking the heart. At this very moment, life first key to St. Peter and walked, walked That I locked away behind a door. peered at the firmament of stars. Bequeathing hopers, A light called forth and I walked forth A supernova ***** all light. memories down epigenetic lines. out a mollusc to the future But peace was alive all along. An arc. Epic. Exodusish. enroute a transcience called man; Now in the fear of a mushroom There is a God. Too bland for our Tossing around in a centrifuge. clouds, she graces the world in taste, lighting all hearts in peace-fires. Giant wheel. Merry-go-around. her dome-shrines dotting the wide shores. And now we like them, deranging conflagrations more.
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Peace | Meditations
I have waited in certain landlocked towns, Near and far, and far from here. And I have sailed and been in low ports found, Their inlets clad in salted air. And I have dreamed on oft spoken of starry nights and on largely unspoken starless nights, Of select places with opportune and tactless new found faces. And I have lain out restless and uncomfortably awake, Hearing human voices shriek and drown, In salt clad harbor towns, And heard those specific siren calls of those particular siren girls, In those inlets, salt clad by the sea. And still awake I have heard, in those waiting-space landlocked towns, Curiously, those curious sounds, Of only human and yet inhumane calls. Dressed in that specific gauze of an agony-tone, For that specific landlocked home, Where drinkers go, That drunkard’s throne, And been sullen at that once and forever shoreless drone. And I have also been, you see, in places left unknown. And in a daydream I would hear and be heard by almost gasping voices, From waking and still somehow sleeping and unbelieving men. Grasping out onto air that has been made thin and further, Been gasping. Searching for woefully inaccurate words, With a woefully inarticulate tongue, And I have danced and been set atremble by the timbre of your breathe And then enamored by the resonance of your gasp, And I have gasped with a tongue set dancing behind lips all aflutter. In those unutterable places with specifically unknown locations, I have listened, Through rock and metal, Between those landlocked towns and those salt clad harbors, For the full sound escaped from your trembled lips. And I have listened, through daydreaming mist veils, And through known and unknown places, For that voice that speaks through space and time and rock and metal, And I have only heard that curious sound of human and inhuman calls, And I have heard those particular siren calls of those specific siren girls, And that cry of human voices that shriek and drown.
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Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
Songs for Sirens I
I have waited in certain landlocked towns, Near and far, and far from here. And I have sailed and been in low ports found, Their inlets clad in salted air. And I have dreamed on oft spoken of starry nights and on largely unspoken starless nights, Of select places with opportune and tactless new found faces. And I have lain out restless and uncomfortably awake, Hearing human voices shriek and drown, In salt clad harbor towns, And heard those specific siren calls of those particular siren girls, In those inlets, salt clad by the sea. And still awake I have heard, in those waiting-space landlocked towns, Curiously, those curious sounds, Of only human and yet inhumane calls. Dressed in that specific gauze of an agony-tone, For that specific landlocked home, Where drinkers go, That drunkard’s throne, And been sullen at that once and forever shoreless drone. And I have also been, you see, in places left unknown. And in a daydream I would hear and be heard by almost gasping voices, From waking and still somehow sleeping and unbelieving men. Grasping out onto air that has been made thin and further, Been gasping. Searching for woefully inaccurate words, With a woefully inarticulate tongue, And I have danced and been set atremble by the timbre of your breathe And then enamored by the resonance of your gasp, And I have gasped with a tongue set dancing behind lips all aflutter. In those unutterable places with specifically unknown locations, I have listened, Through rock and metal, Between those landlocked towns and those salt clad harbors, For the full sound escaped from your trembled lips. And I have listened, through daydreaming mist veils, And through known and unknown places, For that voice that speaks through space and time and rock and metal, And I have only heard that curious sound of human and inhuman calls, And I have heard those particular siren calls of those specific siren girls, And that cry of human voices that shriek and drown.
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Let us write together, the story of the night: flow like the stars in the distant river, hopping stalk to stalk, you of the same plume; Here I part your hair, and plant a kiss, holy emerges the passage to the promised land and the miracle, that rises like the song from the dunes, from your dimples and twinkles in your eyes, moon-kissed the road that forks: this is where we wrong took the turn, going back to where we started stuck, deep under, we will peer periscoped into the wide sky, dark, studded diamonds and my hands slide into the clouds that gather gentle the rains behind your neck: this is the recipe for a storm, monsoon tide; my forefinger on your lips:  keep silent now, oracle mage, for your words can land like summer rain on the roof tiles, birthing them worlds, that cascade the starlines; which were as one in the beginning; shoreless we go, transmigrating star to star
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
Miracle
for years I searched for new paths   as if the only thing that really mattered     was to get elsewhere as soon as possible this shoreless thirst connects     my little matter                            with my oceans of dream            everything breathes solvability      and my mind creeps up       only those walls that           I cannot handle       and lurks like an owl        through your woods over here you don't drink coffee without some liquor the temple was built for naked dancers and this love is my resource my resource for some divinity
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
Resource
The storm sweeps away everything, there is nothing -- just a shoreless sea.
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Mar 22, 2024
Mar 22, 2024 at 2:54 AM UTC
[ The storm sweeps away ]
Behind the sharp line Of the red horizon There lies a city, and it is called Real. People of Real Only show their faces While picking flowers And walking through brains. Children of Real Learn very early About the black cloud that lingers Above their horizon. And they are warned Not to dream about it Or to touch it, ever, For it is not Real. The cloud they call Liar For there live the liars – It is a dusty place Where dark crowds reside. And if one day a child Crosses the horizon – People of Real And people of Liar Will change their opinion.
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Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 6:09 PM UTC
Shoreless
Feel too young to live, Stuck in all of my old ideas: On the very seasides- Wait on time to change its tide. Its long line of spray- All the good moments are- Quiet subtle whispers: As the worst of them all, Are a grating roar. Begin, and cease, The tides have grown full: Everything now draws back; As I feel like a lost pebble, Without its own direction: Tremulous, is man's misery; In their shoreless ocean, Waiting on the sand, shivering in cold. Only the brave try- To swim to the- Ends of eternity, As children feeling so bold. Perhaps that time I was bored, Wondering what's next to come? Timeless, is life when you're lost- In all your childish dreams. With the aroma salts, Hair lost in the breeze; I feel so joyously lost at Sea. Deep, quiet, and alone; Young, bright, fair, and free: Only when, it was the younger me. The ocean's body- Is a thousand tears, Of the Earth's greatest guilt: Pulling me away from dreams; As her and I are both Blue. Awful spirits of the deep, Once took my happiness - And returned to me filth: Still at the time, of my youth. For youth is, so cruel. But what are we to do, To only hope we make it through?
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Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 6:27 PM UTC
Juvenility of dreams and us.
sparkle of light, human being this appears to be our sharing inventing terms like cartoonofobia and abortion tourism endlessly debating about the sense of everything and eventually having to conclude that everything is senseless here where corporations profile themselves as being ethically correct as if another alternative should exist and we should praise them for it here we are but wandering a bit shoreless in the alliance of shadows human being, grow into a fire to consume all ignorance and please, for a change give yourself a long harsh glance
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Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
Sparkle of light
As a string bound by musical ends... left to peak its sound. Stilled, unbound by musical ends... sound struck silence, silence struck sound. Shoring beatitude to shoreless, shores.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
Left to Peak
*I wanted to pluck a flower for her but fear told me when it wilts I'd be burdened by untold guilt I wanted to deal her maximum pleasure doubted she'd deal with the sweet pain of plunging to the hilt to construct her a high and strong Trojan sanctuary to protect her fragile heart through every hour when I realised walls would mean solitude built I wanted to build her bridges for a global adventure but I feared it might turn to be the white bull to Europa I wanted to forever write her poems with rhyme but my vocabulary was fading so fast with time I wanted to walk with her till the end of the road albeit every extra mile was a tiring load I wanted to pluck feathers and build her wings so that I could see what view her presence in the sky brings but I feared she would fly too close to the charming sun lured by it's fatal beauty and burn like Icarus,Daedalus' son I longed to see her smile like there was no sadness and I embraced the feeling even if it was utter madness I wanted to hear her talk even when I cherished her silence to shut my eyes and store her scenic ambiance I wanted to free her in the heavy chains of my chocking passion and always watch how she gracefully soars the skies of my cage I wanted her name in my love story on each and every page starting with once upon a time until the last on the edge as two olduns breathing the air and drinking sweet wine of  old age I longed to sit with her in space and go wherever it settles when she shyly spins the globe desired to decorate her presence like the dangling ring on her ear lobe I wanted us to swim in the shoreless deep Oceans among the sharks to shield her from their gnawing rage I wanted to employ her, her duty being mothering our children with care and her undivided attention and wages would be gold standard breath taking affection I wanted to be her breath when she can't respire to incinerate her heart with romance and fires of desire I wanted the world to be a serene paradise for the calm and innocence of her soul,evident from her eyes and though it's hard to concede that I'll never express what lies within I can't move the vast Oceans and Seas that sadly lie inbetween*
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
Eternal Deficiency
*I wanted to pluck a flower for her but fear told me when it wilts I'd be burdened by untold guilt I wanted to deal her maximum pleasure doubted she'd deal with the sweet pain of plunging to the hilt to construct her a high and strong Trojan sanctuary to protect her fragile heart through every hour when I realised walls would mean solitude built I wanted to build her bridges for a global adventure but I feared it might turn to be the white bull to Europa I wanted to forever write her poems with rhyme but my vocabulary was fading so fast with time I wanted to walk with her till the end of the road albeit every extra mile was a tiring load I wanted to pluck feathers and build her wings so that I could see what view her presence in the sky brings but I feared she would fly too close to the charming sun lured by it's fatal beauty and burn like Icarus,Daedalus' son I longed to see her smile like there was no sadness and I embraced the feeling even if it was utter madness I wanted to hear her talk even when I cherished her silence to shut my eyes and store her scenic ambiance I wanted to free her in the heavy chains of my chocking passion and always watch how she gracefully soars the skies of my cage I wanted her name in my love story on each and every page starting with once upon a time until the last on the edge as two olduns breathing the air and drinking sweet wine of  old age I longed to sit with her in space and go wherever it settles when she shyly spins the globe desired to decorate her presence like the dangling ring on her ear lobe I wanted us to swim in the shoreless deep Oceans among the sharks to shield her from their gnawing rage I wanted to employ her, her duty being mothering our children with care and her undivided attention and wages would be gold standard breath taking affection I wanted to be her breath when she can't respire to incinerate her heart with romance and fires of desire I wanted the world to be a serene paradise for the calm and innocence of her soul,evident from her eyes and though it's hard to concede that I'll never express what lies within I can't move the vast Oceans and Seas that sadly lie inbetween*
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is lost and tossed like a ship unruddered in a shoreless sea.
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
My Soul