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another fucking poem about the Ocean

you might think
i’m crazy for saying
so, but when the
ocean looks at
you, through batting
eyelashes,

or when she flashes
her whimsical, crooked grin,

or when you know the
cold surgical cuts of
her baby blues,

you won’t feel what i feel,
because she wasn’t
made for you.

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