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Memories Dust
from Issue #11 July 2004
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Cold fingers grasp a heart stone born upon twilight morning comes, to death unveiled a world of pain the dawn awakes undone
Hail to those whose grasp holds still the mist of morning gone, upon shadows dark a dusk unveiled to claw the evening sun
Pale the bones of hands raked heart delve unto the ground a song, emerges souls lost grasp upon the dawn to dust is done
Scream again the dead sound rings unmarred the hollowed ground, call your name again upon mist the decayed fortune found
Clasp tight the dream so frayed a distant memory to hunt beyond this world benign your thoughts thrown away
Still to clasp the morning sun that turns to dust all that will be gone came again undone, told the dreams of future faith ripped apart the sun
Shattered course to follow unto the ends of twilight dusk rising new again still cold hearts of aging rust
Yet still hold true the twilight moon hopes past unto dusk a death like hand grasping still frayed the remnants of one's past
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