Mar 2019
sand to glass,
time as waves,
moon pulls,
and I decay.
a castle under
your palms,
make me into
something more.
when the ocean swallows
the sand,
does it make a sound?
time as waves,
moon pulls,
and I decay.
a castle under
your palms,
make me into
something more.
when the ocean swallows
the sand,
does it make a sound?
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