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Destination Dirt

Poetry By: devilrod

At a glance.

Submitted:Aug 26, 2007    Reads: 112    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

On a little foot journey

A walk down by the swampy area

No destination in mind

Just piddling away the day

A usual chore

Yes, I guess that I'm a bore

I see the bones of a small thing

Dead thing reamins

A forgotten entity

It screams at me through the silence of eternity

A simple, yet engulfing message

That our destinies are identical

The earth will snack on our bones

One in the same

There is no shame


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