His breath heavily smelled
of bitterness and nausea.
He is no pirate after all,
why else would he choose
the life on the sea
when the land loves him so.
The grapes of his childhood lingered
in his memories completely hidden
his smile was there,
he is certain.
He is a god but among else
a drunkard, a farm, maybe a poet
but most of drunk.
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