Why do we call ourselves sailors
If the sea is not drowning us
And instead if the waves, we find
Only ripples in the sheets
Between your hand and mine
Like walls, keeping your heart
Away from my chest, and you
You are so used to it now
To find love outside my palm like
An ordinary girl, more than a muse.
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