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Reading the same lines over and over.
Repeating movements of the eyes.
The same horizon endless as the sky.
Repeating movements of the eyes.
As I blow in my own sails.
I know another attempt has failed
to reach the solid shore and leave
the sinking ship behind.
Do I really hate the farewell.
When it's me who has brought the petrol.
Petrol for a burning ship.
I've cut the wood to build the ship,
and carved the match to light it.
