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Sam Giunta Jun 2015
The sea by the beach,
Greets us softly,
The smell, the sand, the breeze.

The ocean in our mind,
Is not so kind.
It can drown us,
Though not so fast.
Make us choke on things that aren't there,
On things that will last.

— The End —