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(chicago 08) ships.
by Andrew S Adamsi am dreaming tonight, under thoughts on the peir.
let the water wash me away,
let the freedom wash over me.
somewhere in sanity,
the blur of what has stayed
can only be decided upon by the soul
that left too long ago.
i am wishing the ships that carried away that soul
would return for the body.
ships, take me away. 08/03/2003 Author's Note: the eighth in my chicago saga.
Posted on 08/03/2003
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