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faded sights of memories touch with dust in the eye,
more comes in particles making it cry,
blinking wildly as it scratches deep,
as some flows out as the tears weep,
rubbing more making red to that place,
the dust further along the wrinkled face,
inside the nose making it harder to breathe,
blowing it off and wiping on the sleeve,
more dust is there as it settled on the shoulders,
coughing out the dust as it now smoulders,
flakes of burning paper ignite the hair,
making darker a skin so fair,
suffocation with blinded vision,
which way to go without a decision,
no way correct as rumbles shake the ground,
the deafening burst as no more sound,
nothing seen and heard or tasted with no inhale,
alone in death as it was meant to fail.