I was going to write a poem beside the sea.
I was on my way, I was there.
My thoughts were collected, prepared to put on paper
Something slipping, some sly remark.
The Ocean lapped my tears into the broad pale expanse,
Upset my stance, and demolished me so far beyond the shore
It was all I could do to be consumed.
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