You're a lonesome boatman,
Inflexible seas,
I was plotting to kill you
With cold water pleas
You're a dusty pansy wreath
In house with windows sealed
And hanging on the breath
Blood's gone by the mist
You're a heady overcast
Above the high hills
Aimed to my sinister mast
Vast truncated cliffs
You're a weep on the glass
Should be wiped off
By my dirty long tips
I let you ride off
You're a foggy notion,
Fading too fast
Worth to remember
Worth to forgive you at last.
You
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