Sep 14

The ocean is why I wish to create
Look at the depths
Feel the weight
When you’re lying on the bottom reef
The pressure is immaculate
And you cannot wait
To taste the newness of each breath
Surrounded by salt
And the slow falling sand
Like the snow of the sea
So the freshness in your eyes cannot wait
To be both above and then below again
And that is why I wish to create
Like the ocean sands which are underneath
And not like the hot sands beneath our feet

Both in the sand and of it. But only when it's cool. My preference.
Sean Scribbles
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Sean Scribbles
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     --- and Bianca Reyes
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