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The boat waves

like a long lost friend

The sail

twists broken and flying like a flag

Should we start a revolution?

Pretend to change but stay the same

escape our troubles with the breeze

pulling the boat

further to the depths of the sea

When it disappears thin and wavering

like a frail heart burdened with age

I will still want to go back

back to the confusion

back to the kaleidoscope of love

bright and promising

whiskey on the tip of our tongues

our dreams drenching our souls

and us absorbing it like a sponge

If only it could go back to what it was

-Tricia Callahan