Dust by A Mess of Words

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May 2020

Dust

I may beg

To cradle your tender *******,

But if your heart is withdrawn

And your hand is not mine,

Then this is naught

But lust

And such desire is strong

But lastly tastes of dust.

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A Mess of Words M

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