Patient Longing

When I sat me down, it was two o’clock
And I knew that her ship was out there.

Except I do not believe, as I sit this wet rock
that today is the day that I perched here.

A mold in my bones, and some rust on my coats
says it might have been some time ago

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If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

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