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Untitled! Doom was your love, yet he walked To the pebbled shore, and rode The waves, and expensed His left time, of regret ‘tell I’ll love her, miss her And bring her as I rise When I ‘ll drink the sea,’ and said To bring rum, as salt will make him numb. Now he will rose to you, come to garden As flowers will grow from his decaying corpse Come quick as tides are rising again And gulls are fleeing to their freedom. At the bottom, creature will tear him ‘wish I had died in your arms, as your tears Quenched my thirst”. “Ah! Kiss me with your heat, when I’m just an image.”