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It will be a stretch
to be your sea
But when you come to me
there won't be short of waves
to engulf you
It would be exaggerated
for you to be my storm
But when your emotions arrive
rain floods back to me
non-stopping
words roar like rolling thunder
I could only keep my waves to the moon
Those moments make us
seeing heart to heart
as river into sea
purely transparent
as sky reflected in water
purely blue
as storm rising from sea
never short of enthusiasm
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