Sand

Wed, 02/26/2014 - 17:53 -- AlexB

The sand burns beneath my feet

Going numb from the heat

I do not care for such trivial details

And so I slowly exhale

So the sand burns and comsumes

Hissing out it's scalding fumes

And  I walk right on

Then I am gone

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