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on a slow boat to nowhere
amidst the thunder and the thuds
of boilers and blocks panting evermore
in a halcyon sea, the territorial gulls
shriek their high-pitched sadness as they soar.
and all throughout the gray outline
the groaning of the waves are heard,
as steel slices through the blackish brine
and lonely hearts are stirred.
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