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Tonight the captains are bad.
for a dim and distant shore.
Amidst the sluts, the and the thieves,
he dream of landing anymore.
Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles these doors,
swinging out to cement from sticky, hard tile floors.
These are the we wander girl, every goddamn day,
so swallow hard and wipe dreams away.

Come to again.

The smoke and the cold the men and the dogs.
glimpse of sun and all winter it's gone.
Chained at the ankles, at the wrists.
Stuffed into sacks and tossed into drifts.

The lunar eye is burning, boring me digging deep into my chest,
my head, into my dreams, into my sleep.

These dreams these days give me no peace.