sand
sand that folds
flows or rolls
as needed
dictated by the waves
and gravity
of soil and moon
and nothing more
than will willing...
stay
like weeds
looking for such
and lettuce pretending
all the same
with so much better
the taste
the taste
like sand paper
to lemonade
a good match
gone rough or
sour
at best
all
we left
left behind
behind
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