# 13 This Hand

Sand for this hand
Really close to you
Irresistible and irresponsible
If poison was in those veins
I’d go insane
Love me better in November
When I get a little older
I am never okay
Never okay with change,
With clouds in the sun
With living close to fun,
Sand in hand
I’d cover it over you
Smelling like another
Country
But living like you already
Own me

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