August 25, 2017
By Zo-Zo SILVER, Ames, Iowa
Zo-Zo SILVER, Ames, Iowa
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I've seen you,

I've walked with you.

But back in the days when we were best friends,

and when I walked on you,

you separated from underneath my feet.

And slipped through my fingers when I held you.


Now my dear sand,

I have come to realize that you are not always trustful.

No offense.


I've seen you,

but I don't want to know you.

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