Dirty Dylan: Dirty Dusters

WHATEVER OUR SOULS ARE MADE OF
I’m the gregarious biker with the shiny exterior.
The girl who craves being center of attention.
Who never wants to be forgotten.
Who’s perfectly lonely.
He’s the Duster introvert whose name no one remembers.
The brother who craves the darkness of the shadows.
Who always wants to be forgotten.
Who’s perfectly lonely.
Forced proximity. I found the hidden switch that turned this Irish mobster on.
But an arranged marriage means he can’t ever be mine.
Seems we’re not opposites after all.
Seems we’re the same difference.
And our souls?
His and mine are the same.

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