People compare things that are deep and blue to the ocean
But I am from North Carolina. The ocean is brown.
Brown like chocolate. And happy. Like
... days at the beach. No worries. Nothing
But the warm sunshine on my face.
The sea breeze speaks to me in a sugary voice
That tickles my ears and makes me laugh.
The breeze is sweeter than honey and sweeter than chocolate.
I could get lost in that brown ocean.
I could drown in the brilliant, smiling sun.
I could survive on chocolate.
And I might even share it with someone.
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