Daan

Daan - dust

rate me

<b>dust</b> by <i>Daan</i><br />sceneson flat screens that lighten my sheets

on corners of soaking wet streets

reminders of long gone defeats

I traded for clocks that don¹t run

cause time was no friend of my lust

while turning my gold into dust

broke

my back easy stones trying to fing

my head stuck from looking behind

at towers that rose from the sand

with blisters on my wooden hands

for digging for better we must

while turning my gold into dust

so

now that I¹m cured for my drive

and sentenced to my easy life

I cheated with all of my cards

refusing the dust only stars

judging the globe by the crust

while turning my gold into dust

while turning my gold into dust

while turning my gold into dust

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