Washing ashore, with seashells tumbling over one
another, scraping against my ankles as I wade deeper
into ocean depths.
Salted water curling around my being as I go deeper
and deeper, waves crashing over my head and washing
me even further from shore.
Cresting with every wave, I fall away from dreams of
life until a future tomorrow.
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