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  • Writer's pictureKyx


the ship sails from the port

towards another royal court

with it departs my crew

waving back at you

but i leave behind a souvenir

marks in the dirt from my anchor

see through the water clearer

every time I'm here they're deeper

I'll return with bountiful loot

stories and trinkets to boot

pictures of my latest exploits

the tallest of tales and tiny toys

we'll laugh at them over a bottle

engage in the occasional quarrel

you'll tell me about your life these past months

who you met; what you did; did you get drunk

and always onboard I keep a shipment

of our shared memories in case I miss them

I'll visit strange shores and places new

but promise; I'll always come back to you

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