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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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