I sure miss something

An entity without romance
A creature in limbo
On a sinking boat
Waving technicolored, dirty flags
Dreaming of a hero
Drinking the storms’ tears
Wondering about back home
Missing the old stool
Where mom slept daily
And little pool reptiles
With their warm smiles.

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