Salty winds , smelting roses
my ways tough
dealt with muses
smote my weakness
delivered every nuisance
They say you are in a plenty
I see the crowd dissolving in me
I was smitten by the holy cat
Unless it showed me its writ
How long the pain dwelt?
Asked the unconscious
a smudge in my heart
I felt discard.
Fate smirk so do thy
no oasis to quench
in the desert to quaint
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