I'm feeling stranded
in a seasick way
Anchored to a winter where
The windows whistled shanties
In the wind.
Rattling the picture frames.
I'm feeling homesick
in a hung-up way -
Stranded in a painting where
These white waves wind-up wildly
in the wind.
Singing shanties for her.
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