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Jaspin
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A piece of bone
lieing stark white in the sand,
bleached by the harsh glare of the sun,
tells a story.
It says, "I was here, weary traveller, I was here. Drained of water and humanity. Kissed by the cruel rays of the sun. I was here.
"I was here, searching for riches. I was here, seeking my glory and fame. Suffering every night in the cold wasteland to be awakened by flames. I was here.
"I was here, when life left me, oh I was here. To watch the scavangers pick the last of me as I turned to dust. Oh yes, my friend, I was here.
"And you will join me soon, if you seek what I sought. To be drained of water and let the sun kiss your skin with burning flames.
"You will join me. You will become a feast for the scavangers and turn to dust. You will become a reminder of why this desert cannot be tamed.
"You will become bone and be bleached by the sun to tell the story of how you were here."
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Author name: Jaspin Demothenese
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