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Sometimes waves fall in love,
or their swells are just filled with
lustful hormones
Communication is minimal,
they pass by, and instantly
couple together with such fluidity. 
(Little do they know the moon set them up)
Then they flirt.
Their swells rub up against each other, seductively teasing. 
Skies turn dark as the clouds gather to
watch from above. 
Some seagulls hear the rumors and follow
the clouds. Circling above, observing. 
God, from all her excitement, sends an applauding 
thunder, followed by anxious lightning
She builds up the minds out of mere impatience,
causing the seagulls to scream from fear
Then suddenly the waves become tired of the teases,
And they thrash at each other with pure Passion!
The seagulls become confused 
They expected a lovefest 
not a bloody duel 
The cowardice birds fly away in search of an aphrodisiac to heal their disappointment 
The waves continue brutally beating each other out of love
Such Passion filled violence shocks the clouds and even God herself,
they disperse, and the exciting winds cease
And then the waves just lay together, cuddling gently
as they’re shifted towards the shore. 
Spread unto the sand they die holding hands
 as the Sun peeks through
the fleeing clouds,
forever unaware of the Passion love that just occurred under its golden stained mane.

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