Dead here , dead there, dead either way.

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My throat is perched,
My lips are cracked,
and my bottle is dry.
The sky is baked,
with the sun's hot jade.
The sand bears no mercy,
as it stings my vision.
The muslin veil,
bears no resistance-
as my lungs fill with dust.
Dusk passes, dawn nears.
My feet are blistered,
My legs are swollen.
My body threatens to crumble.
but i will it forth.
Dread fills me,
at the mere thought of turning back.
i fear that what i leave behind,
will so soon catch up.
Before me lies nothingness,
Behind me is darkness.
Ahead their lies possible death,
Behind me are haunting ghosts.
Where shall i go?

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