Writer's Cramp entry |
All my life, I've lived on an island in a fantasy world, thirsting for a pirate ship to burgle me aboard, raise a flag, black as obsidian, and set sight to the open sea. I'd say goodbye to chopping wood, swatting flys and mosquitos, and looking for a paint mixture to improve my mood. I'd become one of the strange that break out of the haze, put fear into men, then sail away with their riches. That's what I hope for. That's what I dream about at night. 16 Lines
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