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Mar 2017
I never liked the ocean,
But lately I've grown a taste.
To the way the salt water,
Runs down my face.
Into my mouth,
Taking saliva's place.

I've grown to appreciate the ocean,
Though I haven't seen in it years.
But I feel as if I'm near,
Every time,
**I ******* tears.
Trying to write.
Keyword
Trying.
eF
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eF  USA
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