Love and Dust
. for public domain
Let Love flow as freely as the lash.
As Justice calls measure for measure,
thus we salt the wound we gash.
Love practiced often, gains in measure,
as all the fine skills within our grasp
enrich e'vry soul's treasure.
So shackle the thief as so we must,
but lovingly, for without such skill
we are just lifeless dust.
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