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PrioritiesDo we always shift our priorities.

I understand I understand and see.

Always shifting the dust.

We need so much love so many tears and lust.

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Posted on June 1, 2015January 22, 2016Author Sticky-Bones JacksonCategories Dark, Love, PoetryTags Dust, Love, Lust, Priorities, Tears

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