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Ash and Dust
Unraveled threads hang loose unforeseen as time begins to wind down until it is nothing nothing but a squeak a single cloud that will evaporate and the air is moist while the dog howls just over the moon barely daring to peek through only this is all that remains ash and dust gray-paint the wind sagging and soggy hovering heavy impregnated but soon defiled and ended.
3:09 PM - 7/22/2008 -
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