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November 01, 2019
dust
I had this sudden thought
that if
I could
make myself
spontaneously
burst
into dust,
I would.
Poof.
I suddenly
disappear.
Nothing
but a cloud
of dust
where
I
used to
be.
The thought made me
happy.
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