
Like Sand
In this subdued mood
I find myself
In a constant ebb of itself
Grieving for you
With somber and alleviation
For the pain you put me through
Deteriorating like sand
I wither away
In the precipice
Of my endure
On the embankment
Of my recollect
To harbour the memories
Of the first taste
Of our beginning
To go back in time
To annul
Such affliction
Inflicted upon
Swallowing whole
My gullible heart
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