i had a dream of death and sand and your eyes on mine

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death:

the sound

of a heart

in a cage

listen

its screaming


sand:

my skin

unsteady

under my

fingerprints

and solid

under yours


gaze:

my face

on fire

your heart

the ice

against ash

against me

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