forcing my eyes to open
against a mighty wind
spraying my tears my pain
i rush to shelter to rest
i trip on rock i'm alright
a miss thought that bites
where am before, seeking
i must be day dreaming
seagulls above me gliding
thinking i'm hiding something
definitely not i'm like them
looking for love of grain
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