Ripple.

Redundant is in every aspect of this wave.

Infinitely condemning to the impartial life form,

Portraying every aspect of soft destruction.

Purity through the clearness of serenity.

Light and smooth sifting through fingers when touched.

Every ripple of a current has something we all lust.

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