Maritime Warfare
Gray ships
Docks and ports
Palm trees
And mangoes
Fresh breeze
Wide relief
A night on shore
Red lips, hot breath
Oh, no
Baby wails
Woman sits on golden land
Bundle in hand
Agony
The choice.
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