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Jared

I'm like God's original man:

Mud waiting for your touch.

“I'm nothing”,

Still cast aside from the

Paradise scene.

Like the clearest crystal

She's made from sand

And breaks so easily

My clumsy simian fingers

Let her escape with the rain

Spin the world to start again

Like the time in the hourglass

Fallin' pieces … lost sand grains…

If the sun comes to mold her on

My weak cold skin “can't hold on”

And, again, she's too far gone

Like the building in the desert

She's made from sand