The Real. A poem.

I awoke from my slumber
Waves lapped upon the beach
Gulls cawed and the ocean called
I walked upon sands pristine
And smelled the salt upon the air

But perhaps I still dreamed
And this was merely a holiday

From the real

I awoke from my slumber

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