Put your shit together, sailor.

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Put your shit together, sailor
she told me,
while sinking at sea

I want to love her
but a wise woman wouldn't be
a sunken treasure

I’ve thrown an anchor
so I could get my hands-free
hugging to a higher degree

On the tip of the bow, a vulture
was trying to reach
an understanding of human nature

Such unreasonable despair
not being able to see
the pain of another

When the wind got stronger
hardly existing, a sole purpose to live
how to be there

Without the sails to flee
love crumbled in me
and my shit was everywhere