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poetry

a couple doubloons.

My chest is a treasure cove.
Travel a little more inland and you'd see the cave where I hide my gold.
Ignore the aroma of batshit crazy.
Things are 
Buried under layers of guano.
If you're brave enough to enter a cave of bats and snakes.
On a tiny island, in a putrid, black lake.
You'll find my heart, a box full of hate.