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I am the beaming green light
calling to you,
holding my place against the tickling

Waves,

Searching your shores,

And memorizing them

For one day you will simply not see

My brightness anymore

Or quietly

It will snuff out,

Eaten by the sea and exhausted

By your absence.

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