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Before his imprint arrived,
my poetry was a jumble
of words without form,
guilty it is!
for having awakened
a beautiful literary maelstrom.
Now I praise
to love and lovelessness,
to adventure and misadventure,
I am another being!
But I will always fear
for the day,
when you go to sea,
leaving in my letters desolation
and abandoning to your fate...
this heart.