anchor
it is for sure, I am an anchor
but which am I:
the one that restrains you from setting sail and reaching new lands?
hugging mud and growing weed?
or the one that keeps you safely in port away from the storms and thick fog?
lodged, determined and secure?
or perhaps you have already sailed?
but which am I:
the one that restrains you from setting sail and reaching new lands?
hugging mud and growing weed?
or the one that keeps you safely in port away from the storms and thick fog?
lodged, determined and secure?
or perhaps you have already sailed?
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posted by hukkatyttö at Monday, July 23, 2007
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