ame sentinelle, murmurons

my lame-ass poetry.
mostly I talk about the ocean and depression.
I write for myself even if it's selfish.
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Forward
Backward

skipper I can’t stand,

I threw the traitors overboard.

Ignorance stands before me, dressed for cocktails,

can I let him stay skipper?

Mystery swallowed me whole, soul first,

promised me youth with the waves,

promised me beauty with the stars.

skipper I need this