I wasn't sure what to think.
I never wanted that.
I didn't question love.
I didn't realize,
I was missing the idea of missing.
It was maybe strange,
to want to connect...
old and new.
Idea of missing
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Snails
I love the way the ocean shines at night,
and the way the moon reflects almost a million times,
over and over and over,
and how the sea pounds a beat,
much like the one in my chest,
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