Sailing toward Untrue
Don't get lost
In the world of things
That brand new house
Those diamond rings
That masters diploma
Hanging on the wall
That new position
Feeling ten feet tall
That object on shore
That love you once knew
Keeps getting smaller
In sailing toward Untrue
Rabid Poet
Rantings
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