A History

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Soil crusts attached the door
Blew it away and became a dust
Then swept onto the pile of stones
Rubbed on those sides that made it pain
Driven by a hoarse scream from the hesitation
The wind brought a sad stories

But it dies without anyone knows
Its not even arrived with a silence

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