the ocean is not made of tears.
it has arms that embrace boats and ships;
a million people at a time.
in my dream, i hugged the ocean.
i jumped in its mouth and swam for years,
until my lungs disappeared,
until my fingers were numb in the morning.
the ocean is like seattle.
if i were brave enough, i could live there forever.
i'd always be alone though, but isn't that what i like?
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