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Dust trails and dusty tracks,
Traces of my fading hope,
Quietened to nothing more than a mere whisper,
Forced out through chapped lips,
My fears pour out in vivid red,
Silver kisses, rough and needy,
Cracks that leak crimson, brilliantly vibrant,
The tearstain that remains from the promises I’ve broken,
Yesteryear, yesterday, today,
And so on and so forth until my heart stutters to a halt,
And I shudder out a final breath,
Metallic sliver, red, silver, red,
Pretty patterns of failure,
My self control, or lack thereof,
But still, I cling on for the dizzying ride,
Close to the edge of the cliff,
I back away slowly,
I turn and run,
There’s nothing left for me here now,
So I run away.