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Wind swept plains,

dry as bones 

Lifeless void,

unmarked graves

Blazing sun,

intense rays

There are ghosts

that wander

Still thirsting

for the water

But they find 

nothing but the dunes 

Trapped in this limbo,

more shall wonder here to die

Seeking the treasure

where there is no x

To find what they seek

is like attempting to pass through the eye of a needle

Many will desire

but will fall short of the prize

Claimed by the Land

that steals their lives