Trackless Sea
I'm oceangoing my tongue is the moving ship on this trackless sea
By Cheyenne MercadoPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by James Wainscoat on Unsplash
I'm oceangoing.
My tongue is the moving ship
on this trackless sea.
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