before me stands
the death of me
a wave as high -
too high to see
sweat rolls down
into my eyes,
the smell of salt -
my body cries
i can move
but instead i stay,
my mind chooses to -
but instead i stay
i sit down
closing my eyes,
and prepare to be
overcome.
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