I stayed the night in Hotel Chamomile

and noticed my hair was thinning

So I built my own trade

out of coffin and possibility

I was a sailor

with a knife in my shoe

who ate salted fish

and my air was fresh

so fresh

I made boys climb masts

yes I made boys climb masts

And I made them famous

I made starlets out of sirens

I made fresh water out of salty tears

and I knew that everyday the more I tasted blood

The more I would wake up with it smeared on my teeth

across my lips

I became nervous

so I let my hair grow thin

and I burnt that Hotel Chamomile to the ground.

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