Blue Sea Gone Green

April 16, 2009
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Little wave thoughts go back and forth in your head,
Tiny water words pulled by gravity,
With your moon of envy and your sun of insecurity,
This ocean never goes to bed,
It drowns me slowly until I’m dead.

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