Looking out
Beveled glass
Bending the scene
Magnify
Oh, the things I want
Soft sand
Sifting
Steadily falling
I've been stuck
In here so long
Fingers scratching
Smooth glass
Sliding
Filling
Filling
Limbs flailing
Mindless resistance
Tired
Sand now cradling me
Heavy lids close
Feeling a dreamy rise
Giving in
I forget my own demise
Fingers curling around the edge
Sleepily crawling out
Sand cascading behind me
As I finally walk out.
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