The walls here creak
like an old wooden ship.
My bed is a life boat
where I dream and drift,
wading my way through winter.
The walls here creak
like an old wooden ship.
My bed is a life boat
where I dream and drift,
wading my way through winter.
This is beautiful. I love the simile and metaphor here.
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Thank you
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You’re welcome.
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