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George Lewis Avery

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perhaps
i was born to be lonely
like the ghost of a sail
adrift on a mist shrouded sea
where the sway and the swell
of the deep
never sleeps

could it be
i was meant to be sad
ever to wear a frown
never a good time to be had
only the ups and the downs
where the deep
never sleeps

im convinced
i was born to emboss
with tattered heart as mainsail
ever praying for an albatross
to bring me omen, or knell
that the deep
sleeps

.oeg ©

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