seven days to yesterday,
i lay alone to thoughts of you,
my heart felt sick,
and all fibble,
and so i took a walk to the harbor,
and i found a forsaken ship,
that set sail to nowhere,
and i took a place aboard,
and we set out to the angry seas,
and fate struck,
drove us to unheard storm,
sails torn by the raging winds,
our ship battered by the cruel waves,
a ship wrecked in a misty fog,
and so i sit,
in the middle of nowhere,
held by a board,
rocked by turbulent waters,
surrounded by monsters,
i hardly know,
and to you i write this,
that i'll seal in a wine bottle,
and hope none but you shall find it,
hope you do forget me,
forget the kisses we had,
and the love we made,
and find you a man,
that befits your taste,
and fulfills your wants,
and let him warm your nights,
and quench your thirst,
for i am nothing more,
but a corpse that breaths
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