walking into --something
and to which i am so tired of my fate
i am by no reason to seek out
and become tanagable
set apon the rock , water turns into life
sand in my hands i am home , and yet alone
wind on my face
i cry and yet my face is still dry
for him to see for him to know
he rememberd he thought of me ,
silent i was
another day
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