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Aug 18
A breath a heartbeat a moment's grace
Fading footprints a single trace
The sun that warmed the air that blew
A whisper where life once grew
The colors drain a gentle gray
The edges blur then fall away
A silent sigh one a final plea
Lost to the wind for eternity
The memory is but a fragile thread
Unspooled unwoven then quickly shed
A story untold is a song unsung
Unspoken words die upon the tongue
And what remains when life is past?
Just shifting sands a shadow cast
A slow descent a final fall
To dust comes nothing after all
To Dust
The Gray Wolf
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The Gray Wolf  50/M/Australia
(50/M/Australia)   
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