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i Oct 2014
drive me up
to santa monica,
we can lie on the
golden bed of sand,
sneaking between our toes
and my locks,
waves gently hitting
our feet,
barely getting them wet.

drive me up
to santa monica,
chemistry sparkling
between our barely
open mouths,
lips wet,
anticipation mingling
with our breaths.

drive me up
to santa monica
and let me show you
what a golden, empty beach,
quiet waves and secretive girl
can lead you to, babe.

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