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Dusty Love
Kaptain Kundalini Those unloved, and void of lust Stagnantly covered in the dust Waiting to be wiped with thrust Smoot veils, they’re on the cusp Of being just one more swept away, unnoticed Like ancient texts forgotten too Gone unseen, closed eyes rue Held in limbo till he says the que Halted, cold tangled up in the blue Til’ you stumble upon the dormant love, inside it Don’t fear what’s been left alone The empty fields, no one roams Better than the infested clones Fruitful minds, now full of bones Of those who skipped the dusted roads, to fit in While those that scoff at others Hide slick lies under the covers Yet they call eachother brothers Are trained to bark, hate hovers Under a clever guise of misguided love, they created So if you see a book rife with smut Years of despair in a constant rut Beguiled of the dustiness in glut Though beauty lies inside it’s guts Withhold judgement till you brush the dirt, from your notions The pages glow, dust now gone Has been there waiting all along Yet took the ever slightest prong Each word bellows a saintly song That wakes the sleeping eyes to see, the beauty.
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