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You make me feel as though I am dust

to be swept away

made of pieces of you.

Gone is my trust.

But I will always be true.

Insignificant piles of dust

only to return again.

I am the skin you shed.

I will always be a part of you

like it or not.

And when you’re dead

I will be your flesh to rot.

The bigger the parasite, the easier to kill

As small as I am

eliminate me?

You never will.

I will always be around

in you head

and in the ground.

Dust.

Is that what I am?