Few metaphors are worth it; things are
And will course like nothing else.
Details Detract From The Purity Of The Thought
At first walking along the ocean
My eyes focused only
On what I might run into
Praia Grande
Not every person who has ever lived can be accounted for.
Not everyone can be found. I come here every day.
I watch the waves pulverize the cliffs.
Suppose, on a red flag day, I went swimming.
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