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I don't know if any of you care about this type of stuff but I write it so I might as well post it.*There's always someone Who is like quicksand.Good or badSight or soundThe hint of a reminderA dust covered mementoSucking you in, in, inAnd down, down, downConsumed foreverEncased in glassEncased in quicksandTheir existence now sharp bits of sandGrating against your skinEndless quicksandA pit waiting in your head.I wish I was like quicksand.Just one person that could never leave meI'd be there in their brainQuicksand in which they agree to sink.