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I need one more verse

To cloak my poem

One more fancy

To hide the flame.

 

What will come of it,

The day he sees my heart plain?

 

Not that I cloak it well,

Not that it’s misunderstood,

But there’s distance and obfuscation.

Sometimes a little impossibility

Seems to do a heart good.

 

But maybe if he’s tied to me,

Or he’s where the treasure map leads,

I’ll find my gold,

And be a bride.

 

In the meantime, it’s mutiny

On a pirate ship, dying of

Thirst, and moral indignation.

The sun is hot, the sea is salty,

And I’m far from home.

 

I lost my pride-

it’s drowned.

All that’s left is invincibility.

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