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He did not witness you rise, nor did he feel your heat, but at his shores your tiny lamp quivers. You are a castaway. Tormented and poorly articulated, you wave goodbye selflessly as his paddles chase more distant constellations with no specific desires. He is full. Your words and your charms were far too close and sadly too plain to keep . Not worth his passions and even his discontents for he is full.













