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Dec 2014
Like dust we rise from the ground and drown the lungs of the air.

The glow of our souls illuminate the fragments falling through the cracks of our fingers.

Our time is running out as slow as sand trickles through an hourglass.
Dust collects in the corners of our hearts in wait of a lover.

We are more than dust and bones or the skin in which we live.

We are as infinite as the universe we hold inside.
Havannah Myburgh
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