The beaten path
Rushing through
The dirt and ash
I dare not
Lift my head
To glance up
For all is gone
Now this place
Is desolate, wrong
I knew this place
Once before
In a dream of sorts
But now it's scattered
Like the ash
Beneath my feet
I watch it swirl
Down the street
It all flies by
Drifting away
Away from me
It was my home
But it is not
Anymore
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