never saw red sand before,
but it was red on the beach
back in '44.
Friends who ended their days
looking at me with a
startled gaze as if it was
all make believe
and that later
we'd meet for a cigarette,
not for me yet,
but I never forget that
it could have been me
watching with eyes that
could no longer see
on the red sand
back in '44
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
never saw red sand before,
but it was red on the beach
back in '44.
Friends who ended their days
looking at me with a
startled gaze as if it was
all make believe
and that later
we'd meet for a cigarette,
not for me yet,
but I never forget that
it could have been me
watching with eyes that
could no longer see
on the red sand
back in '44
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