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High tide

Feet in the sand I can still feel myself sinking Water cold to the touch The tides roll in and out Past my ankles Now up to my knees And out in the distance The ocean is as blue as the naked sky They both seem to never end Lost in a gaze The water has risen a bit higher Now tugging at my hands Playfully pulling me down But still in place I stand Tamed by how calm the water has become Now that it’s grown Wrapping itself around my waste The breeze amplifies it’s frigidness And now my body starts to quiver But I’m rooted And can’t escape this aquatic landscapes Up above The last signs of life A group of seagulls Passing by As the water has risen up Past my neck Covering my eyes
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