mare

              Seems I take care
        Of you better than myself;
  Though, to you,
              That’s a slim shelf
    Lost in the sea-bright—

    We were ships at night:
              You passed me by;
  I you, too.
        We’ve been fools to unearned wealth,
              Tossed to the mare—

    So, I take care.

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