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Wipeout

Waves roll around me
crashing
bobbing me along.

I dive
through the murky depths
down
to the ocean floor.

I stretch my hands
press them
against the bottom
holding on
with dear life

the current pulls
I lose my grip
grasping at the sand
desperately

I hit the sand
hard
and float
twisting
in the water

bubbles
flood my ears
salt
stings my nose
I surface
coughing violently

and all I got
was a fistful of sand



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