Dust.
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I'm just a grain of dust.
Which is carried away by the gusts of longing winds.
And where that longing is the result of waiting.
Wait for a sincere love.
As if love is like a current of water.
Even though occasionally broken by rocks.
But, love is back together.
Down the flow of water to the ocean.
A place where love and passion.
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