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Dirtmouth
Husks of homes huddle together
to shield themselves from the wind
Dust is dragged over rock and stone
with no gentle place to rest
A shadow of life whispers to itself
lonesome memories of a nobler time
Desperation erodes to despair
reminding us of our fate of dust
It rests upon an ancient corpse
whose stomach is swollen with disease
Dirtmouth is an empty town
full of only ghosts now
