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I see a wall that’s beige,  
And textured in a thick acrylic,  
Trimmed along  
With whitened edges  
Sealed along the bottom ridges.  
It’s neither light or dark in tone,  
That’s what the time of day is for,  
As the sun and moon  
Casts,  
Or lacks,  
Upon the furniture and decor.  
Through a window slightly centered off,  
Where grass that’s green  
To blue-ish seas,  
Stacks up several high in grades  
Of pastels running on the beach.  
And further off I see a speck  
Of geometrical dimensions;  
A vessel set and sailing on  
This picturesque occasion.  
  
Curious though,  
For as I was watching it  
So casually approaching,  
I presumed that I were all alone,  
Inside this daydream  
By the ocean.