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Salt Water

A thing so paradoxical, sin So all encompassing it’s grasp A curse of eternal thirst though we are drowning. Our hands desperately scratching for a life raft Secretly made of the same water we drown in, Our hearts repulsed by the light So we continue our daily floundering Chasing a trail of crumbs we call “Hope”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 9/4/2013 9:40:00 AM
Great work expressing the word Hope..If we just have a small bit of Hope we perish not..Sara
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