Boat

April 1, 2016

My life is wet

Very Salty

I am a boat

Barnicles stick to my side

Sea snails crawl up my tail rudder

Terrible humdity peels my newly done paint

Late at night the Great White swarms which scares me

I am abolished

I am forgotten

I am a boat

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