Solitude gets to us all

Vicious dust rips through building
Flesh flayed
Barbed wire memories
Gusts slam out
Breaking the calm
Obscuring debris masks the edges
Quiet here
Sun shining as three mountains
Are consumed
Northern wind
Lonely wind
Speak
And I will hear you

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