They keep reappearing.
Always cheering,
This sunken face of mine
Never seeming fine.
Embraces, smiles, a kiss,
Each unique
Constantly cheek to cheek
With it's own way
Of keeping me at bay
Ships, sails, hats, wine,
Leaving, always leaving.
Keeping my lungs heaving
Each tic, becomes a toc
As you march down the dock.
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