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I hear it: the sands, they call for me Golden grains scorching my soles Beneath the Sun, walking free On the arching desert dunes Strung across the West An infinite sea Swift winds lead sand to rest Somewhere in distant dreams A voice whispers in the silence Like a woman's lamenting song Carried to my fading conscience Among the dunes, I had died and gone
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Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 2:08 AM UTC
Across the Sands
I hear it: the sands, they call for me Golden grains scorching my soles Beneath the Sun, walking free On the arching desert dunes Strung across the West An infinite sea Swift winds lead sand to rest Somewhere in distant dreams A voice whispers in the silence Like a woman's lamenting song Carried to my fading conscience Among the dunes, I had died and gone
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24/M/Danilovgrad
Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 2:08 AM UTC
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