poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Baa Baa Black Ship
I'm sipping on green tea from faraway China brought to me by lovely girl whose simple smile is the prettiest I've seen awhile Oh Captain Richardson I think of thee! You lost a ship in the Baltic Sea and a wife in Hull for whose lips you'd sink a thousand of Her Majesty's ships She keeps me close in her own way we sip tea together each day our lips meet only these infusions our ritual kindles my illusions Last night I dreamt a kiss granted on an iceberg as farewell a brief touch of longing bliss to close my days, shatter her spell 30 VII 2012
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