The waves come crashing loud and crisp
Upon the sand in mighty whips
A billow rise of salty mist
The musky breeze accompanies
The lips that find the other lips
While i prefer to dig the sand
I long to glide on foamy surf
It dampens, quite, the tremors and
Gravity of this sickly earth
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