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sandcastle (we all fall down)
we will soon be buried
but all i can feel
is sugar melting on my tounge
mixed with salty air
rain exaporates as it hits the bubbling cement
and he who is a demon spawn
with metal lips and hair that smells like brine
of lipstick stains on soda tops
with plastic skin that drips
to gather in boiling puddles
we’re lost in a sand castle
waiting for the tide
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