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To Dust
To Dust
How I walk,
How I stumble, fall
Then gather my senses,
Get up and stride again,
only,
only,
Now I see the dead before me,
Slouching, crawling,
Staring and vacant,
Their last look of fear
Tells all; Quatermass
Be once again upon us.
Ghosts,
Ghosts of Mars extinguish
All life, and I see them too,
The same vacant look upon
A grotesque and disfigured face,
A...
Monday 25th July 2016 11:34 pm
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