dry and dusty
swirling dreams
cast aside
wrinkled, stained
tattered books
bound in sun-bleached bone
dry and dusty
hope caught
in webs of sorrow
hung in arid thoughts
desiccated and devoid
dry and dusty
memories shattered
scourged by fear
buried under sands
time worn and forgotten
dry and dusty
veins cannot bleed
heart and soul
worn and broken
cast aside
wrinkled, stained
tattered bones
bound and entombed
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