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There was the ocean
Who couldn’t stop coming back to her
Not then and not ever
Every moment would feel heavier than the next
Orange skies and calm seas
But rage lied beyond the storm
She wondered when it would eat her
Until nothing was left
But a carcass of a girl
Who will ultimately get poked with a stick on the sand
Like a dead horseshoe crab that dried up in the sun
Minutes came and left
She was left bruised, battered, and bleeding
And as her dirt smeared gashes healed,
She felt the ocean make its way into her ear
Filling up each crack
Each empty hole, bloody scratch, and gushing wound
Until every moment felt fuzzy and warm
How lovely is the moment everything feels so fuzzy and warm
Because tomorrow is no longer a promise
And today is just a childhood dream
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