All faces feel similar in dust

We turn to our face book for a face,
A nameless face in dusty outreach

Etched by a restless toe in the dust.
Never mind moon face in the dust

Liking the other moon-face in dust
Etched by a restless toe in the dirt,

Its lines are lost in dusty profusion.
All faces feel similar to toes in dirt.

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