Just Dust

Tue, 02/04/2014 - 22:14 -- 14hoska


No affection.


No expression.



No. Not anymore.

No more blessedness.

No more galore.


Why do I still love.

Why do I still trust.

When there is no dove,

Just dust.


What else is there to do,

When I don't even know who is who.



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