Pacific/Atlantic
You are my PacificAs I stand naked on the shore
Freezing --- dying
Your warmth comes close
But as I run near
You recede and pull away
Leaving me cold and naked
On the shore
I am your Atlantic
You run towards me
In naive bliss
Blind to the world around you
But as your feet touch my water
The shock of the cold
Makes you retreat
Leaving you on the beach
Half wanting to freeze in your ocean
Half wanting to leave and reture to the comfort of your life
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