Cloaked and enveloped in dust

It is my soul I try to brush

Cleanse my heart of the futures gone

Get into the timing of moving on

For when the time shall cometh new

It is I

Who will be there

For you.

 

so thrust

From the bosom of thine heart

In one great swoop we were torn apart

In every way conceivable

– hard –

Disaster Falls

 

Photo credit to #ToyPhotographer

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