Your touch was soft
I felt safe
And we left the world behind
Walking
Hand in hand
The wind followed us
Making my hair dance
Almost like the snakes
On Medusa's head
And just as I was
Starting to love
My life with you
Your skin lost its softness
And your touch bruised me
We were now walking against the wind
Which carried fine sand with it
Making my skin burn
My eyes water
And I knew the end was near
Because as if afraid of
Turning into stone
You could never
Look me in the eye
Anymore
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