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I taste the dust
But I don’t remember falling
The earth is like a cradle
As passing footsteps murmur a lullaby
I am staring blind into the flickering sun
As merciful shadows pass
My fingers crawl across the dirt
Reaching out for those dark shapes
A hand takes my hand and they carry me

My bleeding throat tastes of rust
I don’t remember falling
My broken lips are weeping
I press on my aching knees

Ribbons of ragged skin and flesh
Trail from beneath the tattered soles
Of my feet, when my legs kick
Weakly and fearful of the pain
Searching for purchase in the burning dust.

I am breathing the dust
And I am falling
Sinking into the dust
The heat of the sun tempered
As the light becomes distant
A hand reaches for my hand
But I drag my gnarled bones to my chest
And let them leave me to my fate
Atrophied, I am drifting away from pain
To be reclaimed by dust.

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