The Sea

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Blue as the Skye; fresh as the sea.
There is no place I'd rather be.
Swimming for hours and floating too,
I could get lost in that big ocean blue.
Oh how they haunt as they peer into me,
It's with you that I love faithfully.
It's calm here.
And It's even quiet.
The sun, how it supplies it.
Beaty galore and sparkles for many.
I never can say I've gotten plenty. Staring into you I see the pain and the hurt.
Stay with me forever and I won't leave you in the dirt.

This may have been the cheesiest thing I have ever written but here you go. The start to me telling you how I really feel.

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