My heart is a foul-smelling flower
(or a rose without a scent)
That calls the midnight moths
To come and drink with them
My heart is a drunken sailor
Walking perfectly on the sea
Mistaking it for eternity
Its exuberance won't recover
From the sunlight on the water
My heart knows how to drown
And how to settle up with time
My heart keeps one eye open
Even sleeping in the ground
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