The Whole World Sleeps In Rust
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The whole world sleeps in rust;
Flaking layers off the top,
The new pushing through the bottom,
The ones above just wearing off.
Rust-sicles in our eyes,
Weary circling red fatigue,
Scrambling- ever tighter holding-
Scared what's left, if we must leave.
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