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The sea is pretty but hell its scary,
to most it was,
not to her,
for it was her haven.
bubbles of joy washed ashore
an extension of her happiness.
tides of radiance gleaming in the sunlight,
current of vibrancy,
that is the expansion of her beauty.
Most are scared of what seems to be perplex
bewildering and complexity frightens them.
For they are incapable of handling such,
so they are frightened by the sea,
by you,
but i am not.
to most it was,
not to her,
for it was her haven.
bubbles of joy washed ashore
an extension of her happiness.
tides of radiance gleaming in the sunlight,
current of vibrancy,
that is the expansion of her beauty.
Most are scared of what seems to be perplex
bewildering and complexity frightens them.
For they are incapable of handling such,
so they are frightened by the sea,
by you,
but i am not.
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