clear, clean

still fascinated with these yellowing pages
old words that used to have such great meaning
left to burn away in the sun’s harsh caress
an unkown author sitting in the abyss
few moments have ever truly moved them
to feel a heart beat a little faster
before all are overcome by the energies
of the lost worlds last explosion
standing still before the encore
where dust and ash become indistinguishable

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