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As she reached toward his hand,
she felt a sudden mass of grief slowly consuming her body,
Clinging onto life was the thin thread of pure love,
love as pure as a snowflake, as sacred as ones teardrops,
The nauseating feeling of demise plagued her mind,
Her soul, gradually collapsing,
She could feel her body deteriorating,
her neck eventually wrapped in a suffocating embrace,
The waves catching her in its stagnant clutch,
Gently becoming one with the tides,
finally meeting a bitter end.
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