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Nov 2012
the grass is orange, the sun is green
and what of the beach?
tell me, tim, what do you mean?

have the grains of sand turned their hue?
have they only shown to you?

on a walk from reality, could you show me the sea?
iā€™d need it to be what iā€™d remembered it to be.
i need my anchor, i need it severely.
Written by
Zach Willett  Long Beach, CA
(Long Beach, CA)   
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