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Modern Day Ulysses
Escher89phi

I was a sailor.
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I
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don't
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know what
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the word means anymore.
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Ithaca's children skip stones
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whose ripples
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will forever
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thwart any progress.
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I am driven
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further off course
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by every
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impotent whisper
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on the breath
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of the wind.
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my skeleton
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crew speaks of mutiny.
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it's just as
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well.
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they should steer
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the thing right into
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some fucking reef.
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27 Apr 16


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