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'I do not
We insist
Sailing in our separate
And coming in tiny
Tiring of trying, there's a necessary

the horseshoe crab
In its season sheds its shell
Such distance from our
Like a across a lens
Made look wrong

From we stood
And our blew away
Before we'd the bay
So half-blind we wrote these
On sheets of salty

You caught me eyes
At the other boat men's
And heard me louder
At the jokes told by their

I'd set my course for
But you understand
It takes a steady

To navigate adulterous
The propeller's spinning
Held with the waves
As there's mistakes made

No rowing outrun
The low on the mast
Like to say got no past
But I'm
The and secretary's son
tarnish on my brass

And on my glass
I'd never want so crass
As to want like me
But a few off the shore
I bit a flashing

And I you, it was not
it expected it to be
I taste its kiss
That hook in my lip

Is a as useless
As a rod without a
To an anchor ever
yet still-docked

Captain spotted
With his mate at the wheel
Floating forgetfully
no need to be strong

We our confessions long
And when we pray we keep it
I a thimble full of fire
And I'm not ever coming

Oh, my God!

'I do not exist,' we faithfully
While watching sink the heavy
Of we knew

If ever you come
I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you
Anything as as You