Dust
Build from dust
We are made and back to dust
We shall remain.
Our bodies will wither and die
No words can bring us back
No matter how much we try
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Spattering of dirt caught in the air,
The minuscule bits and pieces of hair,
Flakes of skin cells cast to the side,
Upon non-disturbed
Dust on the floor.
Etched with care.
By neglect and
total despair.
Asleep for ten decades.
Maybe more.
Greyish-brown
Dust Bunny
Bunny bunny,
Come out to play,
The dusters coming to take you away,
Bunny bunny,
Bring your friends with you,
The
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Dead skin, remnants of time, gone by
questions unanswered, still asking why
Grandpa lives, over there by his chair
parts of
CHORES
Do you see, up there, by the light,
it's dust and cobwebs from last summer!
What could be under my bed
where my lover
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