The stars are out and I'm thinking about you.
The ocean is still playing across my eyelids.
This swimmer's ear is infecting my stomach,
and it's flipping and flopping,
a fish out of water,
and that's all that I am,
a fish out of water,
but not all that I'll ever be,
because just thinking about you helps me,
and I become accustomed to land and love.
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