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Loves
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The Ocean
The Ocean is a wild thing.
She rises and falls, crashes and swells.
Out she calls, luring lonely souls to her watery depths and sand strewn beaches.
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for my best friends
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our friendship needs no labels; the kind of thing where
we ride back from a college basketball game together
on a bus too bright for March and,
voice raspy from shouting,
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shapes
circle: the roundedness of a
marshmallow spent too long in your pocket,
meant for my mouth; the almost-perfect
eternity
of your fingernail as you traced my collarbone
remarking how winglike our shoulders were;
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I want to grow up
I can't wait
To grow up and see
Every
Single
Opportunity
That no one
Will ever
Give me
Because I'm a kid
I haven't had experience
But only because
I've never had
A chance