Down onto
The sands and the wind
Claws my eyes but
It’s alive out here
And the sea
Roars at a volume
As big as what’s inside me
Nature’s white noise
Louder than anything else
And so I tell it
All the things I
Feel
And I shake like
I’m possessed but it’s the cold
Not me
And in such times
I breathe,
And all that remains
Is bitter watches
To stand without
Within
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