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With every crash of a wave,
My stress is washed away..
To me, I see
Further than he, but he,
Sees his own seas;
Soft, innocent fleece

Circled under a veil
Of creativity, sets sail,
Wondered aimlessly, but well,
An answerless well, you fell
Never let your vanity bail you out, dude.

— The End —