Erase the veins
Of naught.
Sand is everywhere.
I can't see
Thy face
Anymore.
Where was the
Baffled one?
I went to
See the main stage.
Here is the book.
We went to find
The crack in time
That led to the
Turning of
Its pages.
I want to smell
Something else.
Thou hath no veins.
Thou art naught.
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