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Weary waves

crashing or building up?

Moist with salt

or clear with purity

Lost in transparent sand

cleaning the granules

is so time consuming

constant thrashing

trying to stand upright

in all this fog.

I see you glance into my eyes

holding vacant stance

hands touch my face

then fall to either side

Idle.

Your hair flies wild,

yet your gaze is constant

I see what I fear but was always aware of

Pensively grasping

what I'm always afraid of.

And as I slip into deeper water

I'm falling from you even farther and farther...