Heart of sand,
Drinking in the heat of the Mohican sun,
Disintegrates into foreign waters
Someone cook this fog into a bad daydream
A sudden dumbness that lasts a lifetime
Fishing for the oddball and
Harvesting the salt
Waiting until the day
Flowers outgrow the fear in my laughter
Full bloom, full darkness
No longer a shell of a person
Stepping forward in a twisting and narrowing tunnel
My eyes younger than the clouds
My final words encased in Spiritstone
The first taste of poison
Outlives the sweetest milk
A tender pain lies in front of me
Lost in translation
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