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arms stretched out in the cold ocean waves,
he sinks slowly after no one around saves,
hair spiked up with a stare from his eyes,
bubbles swirl under him escaping to the skies,
deeper into the darkness faded sands lift,
as life pulls away as once it was a gift,
blackness into faded memories grip the mind,
with flashes of times before never thought to find,
a rip pulls under curls of white water draws,
gripped by the side as if by giant clamping claws,
waking to the sun shining bright with hearing a gull,
sitting up with the mind adjusting with blood entering his skull,
no one around but the wind passing his dry hair on the beach,
being just past the waves spreading out of his reach,
the turning until the last focus is to the horizon surf,
a tail flips up in the waves as he sees why he was worth.