Lips crack, as the dryness of your heart,
spreads through every breathable speck of air,
A fine dust resonates within the minds easily corrupted,
I found this dust here,
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So sad, yet so true. So very often we give a piece of our very essence away and it is thrown in the trash... pain don't hurt, but love sure does.