I\u2019d have preferred it a furrow
\nleft behind as a testament
\nprinted into the dry sands
\nby the rough hands of a man
\nwho was dreaming new days
\nbut in people\u2019s stories
\nI only feel it as a whiff
\nfleeting impulsion of nothing
\nunknown mark on a face
\nfor a future of words
\nleft to the wind, neglected,
\nit was only an X \u2013 forgotten<\/p>\n
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