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Dust Particles fall
to lay on skin,
Skin, the gift of ancestral kin
evokes reminiscence of what was,
what is, will never be
Water nourishes
these carbon-based shells
holding our bright souls
now dun, for soon,
rivers run
dry
while poisons
fill
crippled
lungs
as we wither,
crumble and dispose
as dust
blown
into the storm.
MDT
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