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Taking a break

It was just a matter of fact
A way to preserve my soul
Speaking with honest resolve
A way to close a hole

A hole like in a boat
With oil on its hull
Flying through the night
The cabin stocked up full

The cabin full of stuff
Mostly for the drive
Shooting across the glass
How the water seems alive

The water seeming hot
I get caught by a surprise
No fire and no match around
But it kept away the flies. 

The flies resist the temptation
To land upon our food
Sitting right in front of us
Which elevates my mood. 

My mood is calming down
the boat is slowing too
Now I feel like I’m renewed
It’s what I like to do.

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