Surrender
Who presses the river's current on,
drives it steadily to it's end?
Its design is surrender,
to drown in other depths.
A body takes the rain, the runoff,
and swells with the substance of other seas.
Nobody gives a fuck about this blog or the poetry on it, but I'll keep posting to it because I don't have anything better to do.
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