Brown Eyed Nostalgia

Brown eyes
Haunt me. 

Memories
of the lockeroom. 
And hot showers. 

A paragon
Which I can 
Never have. 

Treading
Lightly, 
This boat rocks. 

And I seem to be
Always seasick.
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