A large ship on the harbor-
Sailing slowly until the sun burnt out.
The smell of clove cigarettes drove me
to lie a little longer beside this man.
Dazed whistling filled my ears.
We rolled on deck
and out to sea,
only after tying knots around our feet.
(They would drag us under the ocean and sharks would nip at our wriggling hands.)
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