nonsense

A wave of lust
Engulfs my shore
Dampens the sand
Demanding more

A silver spoon
May never carry
This weight I bare
Forever wary

An open wound
Will heal quicker
If a drunken sailor
Applies his wicker

No match to broom
Can make a witch fly
No one may ever
See her cry

This is nonsense
Misunderstood
I sense you see
What no one else could

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