Monday, February 27, 2012

Ocean

I would need a bucket filled with stars,
To tell you how I feel.

I can feel the blood inside me, move.
I can feel the breath inside me, breathe.

I can feel the world pulling me to the west.
That's where we meet,
Like the Atlantic and Pacific.

Magnetic, rushing, crashing.
Waves.

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