Plastic automatic day at the Beach
I love to be at this beach.
Here I can’t feel alone.
Here I can feel within.
To feel my fat burn away throw my million dollar Caribbean sweetheart
and my skin toast to beautiful lobster red, ready to be eaten by you.
My sun glasses gave me the power to see without being seen.
To look without looking.
To smile without feeling.
Who cares about that?
Could you pass some sun cream on my back honey?
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