[... I love where the ocean go blue and green at the same time, except a morning of June 02, 2018 ...]
That crystal blue ocean
Witnessed our story
That wooden bunk beds
Kept secret you and me
That rough mountain rocks
Stored our mystery
Fear
Desire
And risky
Only the moon heard my dread
When my light went flickering
Only the dock felt my weight
When my heart lost its wings
Only the boat saw my truth
When my tear dripped out of my skin
And
Pretended
Like nothing.
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