I hear
the great lakes feel
like oceans
and your heart feels
symmetrical to love
puddles to great masses
of roaring saltwater
but still vague
mirrors, watery reflections
of the real thing
that’s all I wanted
something like romance
not a glass screen door
seemingly open
always locked tight
I hear
crashing
is it from a seashell or
those blue blue blue eyes
both impenetrable, an easy mistake
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