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Ill-tongued, frozen in place,
footprints in our sands
fading with the time's pace,
I rubbed on my body
these ashes from
hallucinatory powders
that once coated our hearts,
blessing us with mirth,
though fleeting joy, yet still
worth the risk,
worth dying for.

Our future was a broken
jigsaw puzzle, one without
a clue
or a relevant purpose;
my words were mere repetitions
of the quotes in my other works
but I knew these words
would remind you
of me everytime you read them.

I searched for a tinge of sense
to include in every alphabet
that my lips spat out
but you took it away
as you watched me
go astray.

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