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I am not mistaken in who you are
although like a fog locked mast
floating solo in South Bay
I am sometimes engulfed
by a cloud of dreary doubt.
Assuredly, with the rising day,
the tide turns, the mist dissipates
and tall cotton candy colored
sails unfurl in the sea bound breeze.
I am not mistaken in who you are
although like a fog locked mast
floating solo in South Bay
I am sometimes engulfed
by a cloud of dreary doubt.
Assuredly, with the rising day,
the tide turns, the mist dissipates
and tall cotton candy colored
sails unfurl in the sea bound breeze.