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Following the map to the bright red "X"

No paths overlap, so I know not whats next

If front of me is the sea, the tide is coming in

I see where to be, but I cannot go in

My trail leads to the endangered ocean

Past the rocks and past my vision

I take a step further, only to fall

Then I see her, the bright shining doll.

She smiles at me, and tells me a secret

Pushes me into the sea, but not with threat

I sink deeply into the dark sands of time

And am washed ashore in the future, like lime