Sand beneath my feet

Mumbled voices splinter in head

Like doing summersaults in Arizona,

Crisp morning bouldering on the shore,

Like kisses plastered on the nocturnal core.

Seagulls touches the lips of green wall

How could I feel the warmth beneath hunched flaws?

Twirling the sand beneath my cold feet

Utter silence lurching like a ghost in a heap.

Disillusioned rays romping on the mosaic flake

Moths alluring shards of a dead lake.

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