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nikitanicola

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The ever shifting sands-

That ran coarse through my hands

Showed signs of a weakness-

A kind, sort of illness

It woke me from my sleep-

Nothing helps, not even the sheep

Somehow it touched my heart-

And gave me a place to start

The sands changed me-

To be just simply, me