The waves are my life; which are always there.
The ocean is my soul; that I could never bare.
The sand is my emotions; that keep me alive.
If I had no beaches; I guess I would die.
Green as seaweed; black as sand.
The taste of saltwater as I lick my hand.
The wind is cold.
The sun is bright.
The reef is sharp.
I have nothing to fight.
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