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Feb 2014
The dust falls at night,
scratching the surface of light -
destroying the plight.

Shaking all loveless,
diving into the love pit,
it all falls to dust.

Dance in the corner,
smiling without purpose,
the tears ache with pain.
Derek
Written by
Derek  Bx, NY
(Bx, NY)   
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   Joe Adomavicia, --- and Miriam
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