The Wordrobe designer (excerpt)

One word became four
The fourth was a number
But not anymore.
It now was a warning
As I let the ball soar.
Exciting a verb but
The description no more
Fighting the feeling
I had tried to ignore
But How to describe it
I just want sure.
Hot sand on the beaches
That burned to the core.

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