Sand reminds me, rock doesn’t die.
It doesn’t live.
Not even tourists can hack it.
Good sports that they are.
August saps the souls of everyone.
It’s like biting into an onion.
Any layer. As long as it’s wet.
Sand reminds me, rock doesn’t die.
It doesn’t live.
Not even tourists can hack it.
Good sports that they are.
August saps the souls of everyone.
It’s like biting into an onion.
Any layer. As long as it’s wet.