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Illustration by @_ximena.arias
I am but a dust of life
tryna win, tryna fight
looking for something to feel right
that will end this misery inside.
Before my eyes would shut,
a part of me would crashed
like dust dashed by a glittering light.
I know this hole would never be whole
as dust of life recall as shuttered with cold.
I am but a dust of life, seen in every sun light
barred through dark corners and sides.
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Part of the Poetry collection
Published on October 16, 2018
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