You won't find me.
You can look in all the familiar places.
You won't find me.
You can look where I usually tred.
You won't find me.
You can call me. Text me. Try to reach me.
You won't find me.
Because I planned it that way.
Call me after I've gotten a tan
And have sand embedded in my toes
Because then
You can find me.
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