Dust or Dandruff?

Everything’s in dust.

The storm keeps bringing sand, while old pictures create more memories (I might be back).

It’s hot – my feelings are boiling in the heat (now it’s better, let the rest just be).

Sweat and hope, pain and expectations, the thunders break them all in sticky love (he’s so great).

Dust covers our dreams.

(No dust, just magic dandruff).

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