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A Storm in a Dust Bowl

She made me humble
I made her proud
Both of us
Lost and found

My crown
Became her crown
No winner
Was declared

Whose chest is bigger?
I still don't know
Neither does she
We're both happy

Relatively speaking
From what is known
Or thought
She powers on

I'm left behind
In her wake
The dust tastes good
Of her

She's well gone
I'm not
The dust tastes good
Of her
Written by Spanker
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