Quintessential Consequences
May 26, 2011
Dust
Tides pound the gray sand
until it disintegrates
into fine powder
that pours through my mouth
and suffocates me slowly
until I am filled
with this fine gray dust
that hardens inside of me
and turns me to stone
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