Hearing the ocean scream, but I don't know what it means.
Looking into your mesmerizing eyes, but you're just saying those filthy lies.
Feeling the warm sand against my skin, but there is a knocking in my heart, I can tell you're breaking in.
Smelling the salty air, while you run your fingers through my hair.
Tasting your lips upon my tongue, but you're not real... And I am hung.
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Good write!
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