Saline solitude,
And sanctuary,
On the vast blue,
Black sea of
Unknown fury.
My senses alive,
My skin is clean.
My whiskers grey,
My eyes are red.
In the pit of,
the beast's trenches,
I know I may not,
See the morning.
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