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Dry, like a desert’s swirling sand
Blowing across the cracking land

Masked behind the grains, a curtain
Of words, no longer am I certain

Finding no inner deep reward
I rattle, like a dried out gourd

Slipping into imagery
People only I can see

Lost among the dunes piled high
Reflecting on a life gone by

Forever, I wander, to find my way
Visions, thoughts, begin to fray

Into ragged pieces left behind
Cords that can no longer bind

Search again to find the verse
That rids me of this author’s curse

 

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