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He has never seen the ocean Though, He fantasized about it often The crashing of waves so loud When the final sun sets upon them The feel a salty warmth caress But he knows rock and stone best The dirt…the solid ******* earth The concrete beneath your feet Sturdiness you feel inside the street To mountaintops for as long as the day can be Tress, grass, and wildlife far apart from ocean or sea Standing atop the ***** of our mother Earth Yet pondering the very substance of his birth As his body craves the love of water The inward haze when basking in the restorer A tune to that which cannot be ignore Seeing the vastness of water never seen before To feel a autonomous body all flowing as one And all merely living off the love of the sun
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
Off the sun
He has never seen the ocean Though, He fantasized about it often The crashing of waves so loud When the final sun sets upon them The feel a salty warmth caress But he knows rock and stone best The dirt…the solid ******* earth The concrete beneath your feet Sturdiness you feel inside the street To mountaintops for as long as the day can be Tress, grass, and wildlife far apart from ocean or sea Standing atop the ***** of our mother Earth Yet pondering the very substance of his birth As his body craves the love of water The inward haze when basking in the restorer A tune to that which cannot be ignore Seeing the vastness of water never seen before To feel a autonomous body all flowing as one And all merely living off the love of the sun
I really need to see the ocean!
Docstrange
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
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