sea saltA Poem by twigdoes the ship decide to go down with the captain or is the captain really held captive? controlling the wheel or controlled by the fear that his knave nature has led him down this salty path. an accent mark on the ever awaiting vessel that doesn’t have a name. and like the waves does his ghost rise and fall by the pull of the moon? casting into rippled waters doubling and trippling from the storm ...these flashbacks to the beat of each counted denial. skcabhsalf eseht... that you can’t use anymore. © 2008 twigAuthor's Note
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Added on May 15, 2008 AuthortwigShreveport, LAAbouti hang out in a lot of local parks. i go to this one coffee shop way too much. i like riding bikes and picnicking with my friends grilled cheese sandwiches are a necessity, as well as making up dances.. more..Writing
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