And we sit with the debris of desires in our hands.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
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Monday, 26 August 2013
Touching with fingers
Touching with fingers the naked body Of my dreams, I jump away with a cry Singed fingers, a heart more singed Still. Dust arises all around; fingers Discarded of yore. Burnt, crumbled, Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust
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