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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2203317
Love and romance.
I loved a boy from Trinidad
who barely knew my name.
He worked so hard to feed his kin,
he suffered playing his game.

The ships come into port and dock.
Its passengers unboard.
The natives do whatever it takes
to earn the green they horde.
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