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I dream of white sands
cool against my clean skin
my feed buried
as I gaze across the palette of blue
where the sky kisses the sea
the sagebrush and salty sea breeze
will calm me like incense
and the cry of the seagulls
will lure my weeping mind
into a softer frame
i dream of white sands
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