You were my Mediterranean dream, My Mediterranean sea
of sparkling water
bouncing off of a Turquoise tablecloth,
laced in sunlight
scattered with little stars
with layers of coastlines for days,
just out of reach.
Your waters frothing a forbidden beach
I, at a top of a cliff,
Ready to fall fall fall into you
And
let the wind carry me.
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