Wasteland

Have you seen those piles of sand,

that blow about the dusty lands.

Lifting up and crashing down,

blowing debris all around.

I wonder what they used to be,

maybe they were parts of me?

It’s hard to remember now,

who was what,

and where,

and how.

When things are scattered everywhere,

all that you can do is stare.

 

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