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Two boats in a blue stormy river

Hey can we just put ourselves aside..
and think like two runaway boats

 capsized in churning waters
 of a blue stormy river?

Can we remember how we felt
drowning and saving ourselves
instead of each other
in the stormy churning waters?

Imagine the rocks that we hit
and the holes that were made..
the scars that would remain
of that night in the blue storm?

We would return home
some unknown shore
Laying side by side
battered and lopsided.

Masters and people would think 
we were runaway boats,
While we would know
how shamelessly we shamed ourselves 
in the blue churning river.

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