The waves come gushing ashore.
Dawn charms the purple turnsoles.
A sailor looks to strong oars.
And mind hums for a sweet soul.
A sozzler seeks tavern’s door.
How fire thirsts for red coals.
Hungry tiger growls for gore.
Gambler awakes as dice roll.
And I lust for this lodestone.
Hypnotized - I buzz and drone.
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