Waves crash down,
Sea salt spraying my body.
The sun hits my skin,
Slowly burning my dead flesh.
I walk slowly,
Shuffling my feet along the sand.
In search of you,
I got lost.
In search of you, a myth,
I died in the sand.
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Waves crash down,
Sea salt spraying my body.
The sun hits my skin,
Slowly burning my dead flesh.
I walk slowly,
Shuffling my feet along the sand.
In search of you,
I got lost.
In search of you, a myth,
I died in the sand.
