i need my lover to be here
the one i dont have
the one denied me
the one who crashed a hole
in my imagination
the one i cant speak
the one i cant touch
the one i cant dream
outside the window
waves flop
fat wet puppies
johnaton livingston seagull
mashes the wet sand
with his pink webbed feet
then
joins the breakfast flock
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