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Jun 2015
You were the ocean and I was mad to swim when I knew I'd drown
But darling
I fell in love with the way the waves spilled onto your cheeks
and left their taste on your lips
and how could I?
How indeed,
could I do anything,
except revel in that madness,
by god,
I'd rather drown in your love,
than die from my thirst.
Written by
   Greyson Fay
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