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Speaking Sorrow
Poems
Jul 2016
He Is The Only End For Me
Often, there’s a ship in the distance.
With black sails, and a fainted dark paint,
With trims in red.
And, late at night, when I close my eyes,
I can see the captain,
And as soon as I see his face,
It’s gone.
But always lurking
There in the back of my head.
And there is naught, no doubt in my bones
He is the Minister of Sin.
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Speaking Sorrow
23/North Carolina
(23/North Carolina)
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