Sandman

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I was dying a dry death. Every inescapable passage of my body had begun to fracture, like mud-cracked lips kissing desert skin. Each step I took plunged me deeper into the sandblaster that was my existence.

Perhaps, I’ll fly home on the breeze. To be breathed unknowingly and swallowed like salt in the air.

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