Dust
Im a tired girl
fallen out of love
I sleep in a gas mask
to live through the dust
that rose when my body,
my love hit the ground
in a cavern so deep
it won’t ever be found
Im a tired girl
fallen out of love
I sleep in a gas mask
to live through the dust
that rose when my body,
my love hit the ground
in a cavern so deep
it won’t ever be found
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I’m really feeling the first stanza. All too well.
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Great poem.
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