Inflammable material
Bit of philosophy, thoughts, observations, and poetry...mainly poetry.
24/06/2017
Like Rust
A connection
Void of trust,
Corrodes.
Like rust, it crumbles.
Every attempt to repair it
Just chips away some more.
'Til all that remains
Is dust.
'Til it gets swept away.
One day...
S. Camplin
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