Weight of age rests on shoulders of a rusted cage when removed does display
Dirt in a painted shirt, a sequined gown a skirt hung on a hook of clay
A woman in dust held together by must, her and the man the same
Remnants, once a man that years outran return to from where they came
A human crust, just dust of disgust, the cost of time to pay
Broken frame of shame, a forgotten name just to sweep away
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