blame it on the naturalists
on all those lists you made
or all the fists you held too tight too long
it is stronger than you think
the ocean pulls you home
it's all getting to you
with no beach to go to
you harvest the shells and listen to the ocean
fortuitous,
the friends that feel for you
distract you from the pains
that make pale your shell
once glowing like the ocean
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