My love sits, the king on his island
Pondering the age of sand and shore
His paper crown is torn, not worn but thrown aside
He will hide his lonely heart forever more
No.2
I'm not so afraid of some things as I used to be
Like old wood warped, they hardened
Heavy with time they settled
And sit now quieter in the murky water
No.3
Salty sexy cinnamon seas
Wash over my feet, was over my knees
Wash over my body and arms and face
Slide me down to your deepest place
No.4 (fridge poem)
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