As I hug your back and try to sleep
I start to hear a ssssssssssound
The tighter my hold, the louder the ssssssound
And i see you turn to sand
I wish you would regain your form
As I siv through the
Remains of curly hair with my fingers
A bed of sand will get
Cold eventually
And accentuate the loneliness
How appropriate
That the open window
Lets the moon in the cold cold winter night
Make fun of me
I would laugh too it's
Not like that it's just
Way to soon
Your sand is still warm
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