Spilled Ink (Currently undergoing updates.)

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I have collected all the
dust-
all the ash from
the cemetery burnings
and made a trail
so I can remember
where I am from.
All the dead are still
dying and I’m running
out of who I am and
how do I define myself?
Am I the remnants of the all 
the others? Little pieces of their 
favorite things? 
All the soot is settling
heavy on my lungs
and I am struggling for breath
I am struggling to stay like this,
the way all the dead keep
on dying.

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