Stupid Atlantic, stupid England, stupid Boston
Two halves of the same person,
glances at each other an ocean apart.A longing, a connection, a gift in shared moments.
Separated by three thousand miles
Words, images and sounds travel between us in an instant,
a touch or a kiss can only stay where they are.
I've been getting to know a girl in Boston over the internet recently. Horrifyingly, she seems to be perfect in my robot-obsessed mind. This is about us. Yep, the ocean is a literal one.
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