bark and dust fell around us
like a new depth to the growing shadows
we stood holding hands
our palms sweaty with the last drops
of ever-thirsting life that slid, dripping, off our minds
your lips caught on with the growing storm
the dandelion's seeds were lost
and the stems lay about our feet like an end to promises
we cradled our sanity as we rocked it to sleep
with nothing but the stilling wind as our everlasting lullaby.
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