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Apr 2013
I wish it would rain on my face more often
Allowing the water to wash my pores
And add more dirt to the face of a ***** child

I wish I could fall in the ocean
Off of a cliff (I hate heights)
But oh what a beauty that picture that would be

Jump into the lady that is the sea
And allow her to embrace me
A storm would embrace my body
As I fell
Plummeted towards inevitability
I don't even have to die
That's not necessarily the point

Embrace
Love
Care
While she may not offer everything
She offers a few
The Ocean

I could wash up on the sands
The cruel lands would dry me of all traces of her
And I'd be left staring at once was, rather than being in the thick of it
There would be times where I'd long for her touch
When I'd wash my hands
Take showers
Baths
Pools would be terrible

All imitating, taking a bit of what she was
And leaving me with a longing that would be immeasurable
Like her breadth and depth
Though science could always ruin it for me, I suppose
They tend to dry the world of wonder, or spark it
(Glass half empty/half full mentalities)

I would miss her heart
And how it beat as waves crashed
And when it rained, I'd remember the day
Where her and I became one
She welcomed me with embrace
The ocean and I
"Blue Ocean Floor", by Justin Timberlake, oddly inspired me to write this. I hope it's as enjoyable as it was to feel.
M Clement
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M Clement  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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   ---, Tom McCone, Chuck and Elizabeth Paxton
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