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Oct 2021
You were like the ocean
And depending on the season

Your waves would be hot or cold

Did you love me today and crash into me with warmth

Or did you resent me today and crash cold insults into my soul

You were the ocean

And I was the sun

Bonded but never meant to be.
Victoria Jennings
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Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
(26/F/Rhode Island)   
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