The Storm
Dear Uncle Tony,
I am writing to you from the sea
Send me a sign, please,
Tony, I’m tired, but my family needs me
Righteous anger has burned me
And my blood is no longer sweet
Careless nature has turned me
Tony, I’m sick, but my love doesn’t hear me
I smell death on my body and
Oh, man, how I wish to be free with
Nothing left to bother me
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