Lies beneath your face.
The wind stirs.
The sunlight beams.
An ocean wave.
I am nowhere.
Too many folks to meet.
Where do I start?
Moving forward, shuffling my feet.
I move from heart to heart.
Incomplete, indescript.
Forgotten tears of long ago.
My face wrecked, my body limp.
Never comes too soon.
Sand dunes rise and fall.
Volcanoes erupt.
On a distant earth, I rise.
No longer corrupt.
I stop, abrupt.
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