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The flaming ship of love that overlooks the frozen sea
The telephone defies a foolish wish
To hear the old voice brought from fatal days
That shrieked and flared the sacred “love you” piss
Of swirling torments raised against the grays;
Salute themselves and burn with raucous joy
That fears collapse and counteracts with dark
Obsession, seething reds and yellows. Ahoy!
For no land seen from blazing, racing, bark
That still maintains the preference, despite
The lavish lusting of impassioned freight-
The fire, ideal against the frigid bite
Of oceans deep and dull, though fierce with hate.
To freeze alone, or burn with pained delight?
Whichever way is chosen, sadness blights.
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