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Friday, January 29

a peculiar

a paradigm of sand
 glitters in great heaps
discharged from the ocean
it builds new peaks

a pile as high as a pillow
looking soft and cool
burns and cuts
the feet and back
of tumbling fool

we emerge from a swirl
red grit choking
and coating our eyes
to the edge of a sea of sand
that stands infront of the actual
sea that we wish to enter and
trade the dust of misery
for a crust of impunity


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