And the water was a grumbling, vomiting mess. In the scope of your ocean-ness. The algea of the sea and the salt, oh the salt, its not your fault. Something you're not. The black and white sweetness of being. Soggy crackers on everything. Saltine to Marine. A floppy heart scene.
The Sky tried to cry, but its anger was too much. Oh what a rush of wind. Its happening again. "This is the last time so go hard or not at all". Repetition then the fall. Bless the fall then curse it all.
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