on the 31st of may he found
the letter, wrapped in deteriorated
early century canvas paper.
he discovered that she was unwell
on the day he would marry
THE wench. when he arrived there,
she laid cold beneath a quilt
made of rags. they finally met,
and they were finally parted.
so he finished the bottle,
& he folded his map of the sea.
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