I've never known you to be me
And yet at times it's almost true,
That you've dropped anchor quite acutely
And claimed my vessels as your own!
The roar of waves, the trials of tides
The scars of sand and stings of salt
Have turned my fleet to piles of splinters,
Lacklustre relics dripping guilt
To match your cargo and your maps,
To set on fire mid December
As weathers turn to bitter cold
And all sea monsters come for dinner!













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