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Dusty Love
- Giorgia Tomassini
- Apr 30, 2019
- 1 min read
Telling me stories
I was already told
by your lying mouth
that used to kiss me.
Sweet taste of sugar
powder sugar,
light like the dust
laying on old pictures
like old
and dusty
is the feeling
I had for you
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