canyons
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Corrosive Beauty
Its top layers are worn.
Wrinkles splay everywhere, some atop others.
Some parts are bent and cracked.
Weathered surfaces are brown and sere.
Ghosts fade, yet memories remain
laced within the final song.
Voices moan as the ballad grows
although, they're all long gone.
Feet in time, I dance the line
wanting to forget them all.
