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Apr 2014
Do you think when we die
We turn to rust or to dust?
Made by machinery or by a Deity?
By labourers in a factory?
Or, lovers in a field?
Either way, we rust or turn to dust.
Written by
Camellia-Japonica  F/Wales
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