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Ravenous Earth

It’s against one heart one soul is measured
The frailty of life should thus be treasured
A fraction of guilt is etched in stone
Defined by the space it’s allowed to call home
But the words are poised, ready to gasp at themselves
The nature of self-mockery is asking forgiveness dispelled
Anchored and crusted with layers of truth
Yet chipping off slowly like the measures of youth
Chasing beauty, yet catching up time
Finally kissing the future to discover you’re looking behind
All the things of yesterday should now be remarked
The dusty ashes coughing age should be kindled with a spark
Memories are funny things like curly wisps of smoke
Silence consumes a weary earth until the dirt starts to choke

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