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... though a sailor, and though a Midshipman:
unattainable the Coast.
Well for You to me — desperation?
For what such sins?..
... astrolabe... the wheel... compass...
The shaft of the ninth... followed by the calm...
Well for You I Island
up to a million miles?
Which is to swim = to disappear.
And cannot have — not to sail...
... silent saints and shmandy"...
Well, for what am I to you?
... though a sailor, and though a Midshipman:
unattainable the Coast.
Well for You to me — desperation?
For what such sins?..
... astrolabe... the wheel... compass...
The shaft of the ninth... followed by the calm...
Well for You I Island
up to a million miles?
Which is to swim = to disappear.
And cannot have — not to sail...
... silent saints and shmandy"...
Well, for what am I to you?
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ONE PEN
What he writes poems about the suffering
The man takes a pen
TO THE SKY LOOKING UP
Weather surprises
Once he was able to fix the eternity
Three words
everything comes to an end
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