I hate you, filled to the brim
Of salt and sand, and dead things afloat
I heed not to your calling, nor to your beautiful sunsets
I take no peace lying above deck
From my crow's nest I don't need to find
Greens nor desire for printing my feet
Leaving temporary, to be washed and erased
That is how I shall defy thee
Call me never again, for I won't either
My blood has enough storms
Than you can match
I laugh at those who dream of surf and spray
I seek no solace in you, for you offer none
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