Granulated sand, grazing the side of my body
As I lay,
Like I have so many times before
When I seek for the seashells to become my dream catcher
And take me away
From all of the truth that has been deceivably portrayed
Amongst the sun and the purity of water
Along the horizon, there they lie, as I do
Waiting patiently, beautifully embarked
Into dream catchers, I so desperately need
As I lay,
Hungrily searching for more of what I have been deprived
Into this life that is so emphatically depraved.

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