My bones crumple and wither into dust
Blown away
I can feel my skin ripping and tearing
I am nothing
Nothing but smoke on the water and sand in the desert
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death and destruction.
PoetryHere are some short, long and medium poems I have written. Please give them a read as they mean a lot to me :)
crumpled.
My bones crumple and wither into dust
Blown away
I can feel my skin ripping and tearing
I am nothing
Nothing but smoke on the water and sand in the desert
