Sand

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Your hand in mine

Felt so soft and warm

Grains of sand stuck to my skin

Embraced by a salty ocean


Washed away amidst the tasteless fish

Never to be found by me again

The shapeless blob ached

And throbbed with a fool's loss


But now you were before me

Unwavering, consistent, solidified

"Don't go," I begged

As I held your sandless hand

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