Love all that you touch, or all that you touch will turn to dust. Forgive and move on, love is like that sometimes. Many eyes are watching us with silent mouths and gossip ears Trembling fingers touch my soul I feel your presence yet you are no where in sight You touched me I turned to dust.
Reason for writing:
If you pretend or fake that you love someone and then they
finally realize you don't, It breaks their heart, crushes
them until they are just a pile dust.
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