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On the ground she comes back down

Leaving intentions behind, she grasps at the short straws. Fist full of grass and hers is handed right back. Never mind there being no long straws.

Step aside to where the sun beams and moon burns

Scratching the surface of sharp rocks for comfort and that raw feeling that follows the application of salt on open wounds. Salt in this case from the other side of the face, the sweat and the tears that burn in the afternoon sun. Where the realisation comes thick and fast, unlike the hairs on the back of the neck.

Hypnotist waving around the eclipse behind the cloud

Fine grains of sand find themselves deep under the eyelids, warding against evils of sight and the subsequent tricks on the mind. Everybody is the enemy! Curses toward their nature, living as they do breathing and running into the very backside of death. Death need not turn around for being on the lazy Susan has its advantages.

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