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i will never be an ocean
people, poets, whatever - they turn
themselves into metaphors, they become
landscapes, you know, big, beautiful
things. sometimes, they're only like
this on the inside. sometimes not.
sometimes, they're really nothing at
all.
(if i were anything, i'd be
a pebble ingrained to the
bottom of a shoe with hazy dreams
too big to muster. i'd be
content with that. in a way,
i've made myself content with
that for several years.)
everyone i dare to love has a big,
beautiful ocean raging inside them
that wants to break free and spill
from their eyes and lips. i'm a
pebble. i will move with the current.
and i will be weathered down to
nothing.
i will never be an ocean.
(i will never dare to love myself.)
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