• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 06
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Desert End

Under sparkling stars we wait and stare
Considering what might have been
Fingers dig into silky dust

Blue jeans now sprinkled with a clay
Snow that never melts, a constant
Reminder of our time under the

Watchful eyes of the moon
Leave something, anything, in this place
So we may remember our time here

When we return, whether together or alone
We’ll know this was the spot
Where our world ceased to exist