the ship sinks.
small holes, big holes.
too much weight.
the sails are ripped.
the engine
is sick.
we row and row.
but get nowhere.
we look at one another
and say okay,
enough.
we swim for shore,
going in opposite
directions, into different
sets of arms
to save us.
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