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The Depths
Original poem by Garrett Hofmann
"Things are beginning to look the same. Nothing to hold to keep me sane.
I am lost at sea.
Hopefully the wind will hear my plea.
My compass no longer points north.
I must take the path from which the moon has set forth.
Someday I hope to return.
Praying my sails will turn.
I wish to no longer drown from the depths,
But unto solid land my foot steps"
-GH
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