Dusted Nostalgia

Is loving you the right way
To tangle my beard in the ceiling fan?

Things turn to black when old times
Crawl over your skin,
Legions of nomadic dreams.

And dusty the trapdoor,
Fingers that extend into my heart,
You touch me
And the world is kinder then.

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