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Pirate

Yes I am a pirate, two centuries too late.

Searching the seas for treasure,

fighting the seas and others

for the booty.

Seeking freedom of the waves,

the roll of my cruel mistress

beneath my legs

as I sail on.

Driven by an insatiable need

to chase the sunset

and capture the wind

that carries you away.  

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