It's a dusty day
and I don't mean that
Figuratively, it's quite
Actually dust that I stoop and clean
And lean to wipe and
What I wish were that my heart
Would be this easy to improve
This simple to gather
All the clinging cobwebs
Webs of pride, swipe. Gone.
If it only worked like that
If it only worked like that.
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