Not The Atlantic
The ocean, holds me. Drags me under. Plays Rough.
My ocean, chills my feet.
Splashes me.
Come play, come play.
It screams.
Drags me under, Drags me under.
Sex, love, money, drugs, rock and roll. Stops existing. In my ocean.
All but dreams.
My dream ocean.
So beautiful.
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