My body is a sailing ship;
It braves the rise and falls of waves,
Tossed and tumbled in every tempest,
Its lungs ripped and torn by the fickle wind,
Its ribbed belly bloated with the treasures of life,
The spines erected from its back kiss the clouds,
And the *** bleeds through its tar skin.

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The seven seas that it sails,
And these storms and torrents that change its course,
Embody its existance,
Cucooned in the harsh reality of living.