The Glue

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It seems so that
When you are the glue
To a sinking ship
For so long
No one sees the wreck coming
They relied on your bondage so much that
They forgot how to swim
And now they are drowing
As they realize they didn't
Take care of the ship and it's floorboards
Nearly as much as they should have
Now they float on
A sea of regret
Beholding in shock
the saddening image
Of a broken boat
Missing how much you
Held everything together.

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