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Ulysses.

Stamped: 23.6.08

Let me sleep soundly in
the salty silence of your words.
You have whispered each night
into timeless subsistence.
I weather the storm
on the boat of your poetry
to strive, to seek, to find, and to yield
the morning again.

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