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Days That Have No Anchor
Though we have explored
all there is to travel
I still turn to you in awe
Those wondrous eyes
still cause my blood to race
On cruel and foggy days
all jagged nerves
and withered spirit
you lose your gravity
drifting again
on days that have no anchor
And if I must, Iโll do it tenderly
hold you through the waves
of heaving sobs
clutch your trembling hand
and weโll fathom
the house ...
Wednesday 13th December 2023 5:37 pm
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