Ocean wind
Island pen
My hand the page
Your face and rocks and space
Blah Blah Blah
It’s all the same
Let’s all be cliché together
Prance around in a square
Earnest in our actions
Cashing in on our beliefs
Kissing books like they are holy
But then realizing it is some
Erotic novel about a cop
Such is life
Craning your head perpetually
To see something you
Will never be able to see
Some people call us losers
Some people call us friends
I call us one
And the same
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