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Sifting through Sand
Sifting through the sand
Looking for something with value or at
least something solid to grasp
Every clump touched quickly breaks away
and falls through the cracks
Tiny pieces glistening in the sun look so
tantalizing
Just to small to have any true substance
What once was a solid piece of beauty has
slowly crumbled away with time
The glue that once held it all together is
now lost
Now these separate tiny pieces are just
blown away in the breeze.
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