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Just a Vessel
I ride this boat to the other shore. Believe I'm safe, but there must be more. I love this boat, this seat, this oar. Vessel, reach-- the other shore! On the beach, I'm still alone. Looking back, how much I've grown. Listen to the crashing tone-- Waves upon the hardened stone. Still alone, I tie my boat. Glad it helped me stay afloat. Brought me to this beach remote. But where should my new sight devote? I love this boat, this seat, this oar. But I have reached the other shore. How to treat what I adore? Abandon it, and go explore!
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