Lonely nights with cold ebbing hunger,
Quietly growling wind and thunder,
Breaking waves and singing gulls,
Flapping sails and splashing hulls,
Cold steel knife and dry dark fork,
Dusty bottle and unbroken cork,
Pain is expression lost in space,
Swirled along by this unbearable pace,
To break in sot a state of mind,
It's something i left far behind...
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