Water rushing between the toes
Brine pricking at the nose
Sun ripening the skin
Wind pulling at the hair
Let my blood be the sea water
Let my flesh become the sand
Let my bones become the sunlight
Let my passion turn to wind
I don't hate this life
But it has no power over me
The living parts of the world
Are far more appealing
Change me into moving things
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