In Need of a Compass

February 27, 2016

It would seem

That people look for love

The same way you'd get lost

In an empty hallway

Just turn the corner

And there it is

Whereas I...

Am floating around somewhere

Dried out by sun and salt

Tirelessly swimming

In the middle

Of the fucking ocean

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