Beach Stones ( The Horror Of Them) Arms out like unstable plane wings Hips shaking as if an earthquake struck Adventuring over the stones My feet feel like their walking on blunt sharp thorns Toes crunching a curl inwards Little wet stones were pucled up in my feets grip Jumping a stretching leap onto the fine sand Toes stretching out as they buried themselves Walking towards the sea as I left footprints behind
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