Poets are always at war
Poets are always at war
Poets with a shot in their legs, sequels
And I... Master of my own failed verses
and other shipwrecks,
placidly sat, watch the boats
departing in the waters - that I sink them.
Fired by the seas roam
ghost ships by my desires.
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