Dusty

Posted on June 10, 2009

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A random glance leads to a searching stare

What do we look for in each other?

Insecurities echoed?

Failures replicated?

Are we

In quest

Of a shelf on which to lay our lives

In the hope that each weakness

Is covered in layers of

Fine

Sparkling

Dust.

Posted in: Poetic rambles