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James Crow

An unamed poem

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Sand slips away,

Through the glass,

Showing how much time has passed.

And with every grain,

I make a wish,

That when you open your eyes,

You will see pass,

All my lies,

And embrace me again.

And the sand,

Mimics the stars in the sky,

Which makes a tear,

Fall from my eye.

And to the stars I cry,

Asking them to be your guide,

Leading you back to me.

While the tear from my eye,

Falls into the sea,

Showing a reflection of you standing behind me.

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