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Some Things Turn to Dust

 

They sparkled briefly

in their atmosphere of melodrama

and excitement,

with the unbreakable

bonds of desire

guiding their uncharted trip

 

through heartbeats and

tender images

and then capricious words

that ultimately dispersed

into the vacuum

of confused purpose.

 

After which they wrestled

in their moments

before settling into a wasteland

of empty promises

and unfulfilled dreams

 

until their moments

faded into darkness,

and left them

with rusting memories,

the quiet of tomorrow,

and the certainty

of impending loneliness.