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What am I exploited for?
Glass? Surely, there must be more...

I am walked upon
in the early dawn

Dried with tides
lost on the insides

What am I on the inside?
A shifting being who only hides?

But spirits slide by
in an hourglass
full of sand

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Posted by Chad 2008-01-29 13:06:23 .... not realy sure what the point to this was. + Report this comment
Posted by tarhead 2008-01-29 13:18:06 hmm... if sand can imagine it's purpose then does a grain of sand exist? and if a grain of sand is a conscious entity how many spirits are trapped in an hourglass just sliding by... don't know what your version is, but i like mine! well done + Report this comment
Posted by R.E.Potter 2008-01-29 14:53:30 ,,, Thought it was clever + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-01-29 16:33:37 .... Is this a metaphor? For a persons personality? Hey I guess sometimes not explaining keeps the poem interesting so you don't have to answer + Report this comment
Posted by Captain Morgen 2008-01-29 19:53:36 .... I love the title, very creative poem. I enjoyed it + Report this comment
Posted by 1800 2008-01-30 03:55:05 .... Sounds like some feminist sand, with the way it complains about other people. + Report this comment
Posted by Captain Morgen 2008-01-30 07:23:11 .... :S... + Report this comment

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