He docked his ship on my shores,
A passer by with hours to kill,
He told me of tales from lands far far away,
A knock on the door and I invited him in,
I watched as he washed his wounds in my home,
Shed his skin and sipped his drink,
Nursed my thoughts and rubbed my skin raw,
He left at daybreak,breaking more than he knew,
He broke down the walls for only himself to see,
Peeped inside and felt the space,
Held my hand and kissed my face,
With his leaving he took a part of my soul,
I stood there with broken bits in my palm,
Awaiting his return.
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