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The Beach

Bubbles form and pop
As the sand slips through my toes
Leaving no footprints

A dead shark washed up
Lonely eyes staring upwards
What happened to him?

Gentle rainfall starts
Long grasses dance on the cliffs
Time for reflection

Funkmouse

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