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sister
The dunes are horrible.
they move so slowly, choking us, killing us,
nothing here,
but murderous sand and water.
i stand in the highest point,
looking to the water,
feeling the sand around me,
the vile wind comes.
it tears all of me,
i see my clothes flying, piece by piece,
till i stand naked. bare.
my hair stretches in its full length
(oh, its length)
away, away, all the way back
to the land,
away from the water and sand.
but it's too late, too late,
the wind darts
my body with the tiny needles of ice,
my skin flakes off.
no turning back now.
i fall down, and the sand chokes me,
covers me, wraps me
and rolls me down all the way to the water.
nothing is now, but the seaweed of my long black hair
(oh, my long black hair).
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