Wanderer

Alone, Stands the wanderer. Sand, Lonely eyeball company. Stone, Should've followed her. Land, Should not become the enemy.

But there she sleeps, Deep beneath. Not six feet, Just underneath. And not ground, Just glass. With no wounds, Just the lack of a past.

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