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It's drawing me in,
as the waves crash in the storm,
hypnotizing me.

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The smell of the breeze,
the colour of the water,
they're calling to me.

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I'm going under,
water closing above my head,
drowning out the noise.

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Under the moonlight,
in the gentle ocean breeze,
the waves beckon me.

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The stormy waters,
reflect my inner turmoil
There's chaos inside.

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Gentle rolling waves
Sunlight sparkling on their tops
Cool and inviting

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Penned by my hand on the 24th of Lupar, in the year 421 AF.