One day, I walked along the beach
Sand in my feet, light and bristly
Caught beneath brittle nails, each
pink with youth, softly tingling
Warmth inching into cold skin
Wet with blood running within
Red unseen
Sand with a buried history
Sand in my feet, light and bristly
Caught beneath brittle nails, each
pink with youth, softly tingling
Warmth inching into cold skin
Wet with blood running within
Red unseen
Sand with a buried history
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