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Fuckindragons

home

it was more like a lake

less of a moat

waters rarely ventured sober

in a lightly patched boat

yet I tried to cross this body

and found nothing but the storm

so I waited for the rains to cease

and then I traveled home

#BoatHelp #Home #Lost #Love #Sober

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Cory Garcia

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