Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Friday, 24 October 2014
Sand
sand
in my hand
in my shoes
on my toes
on my clothes
on my skin
in
the way i feel
about the real
deal
between you
and i
and i cry
when i try
to understand why
it all falls through
my hand
like so much
so much sand
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