I walk on the sand by the shore
The sea is infinite but lonely
The waves touch my feet
Their voices sound like melancholy
A push makes me walk a bit farther
My body is cold and white
A storm underneath pulls me
Till I only see a point of light
Finally, I close my eyes
As water steals my breath
Then I wake from the nightmare and say,
"I'll have a walk by the shore instead."
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