Dust

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Stay true they say to your self

But get confused and look at you secretly

Side ways when you do

My sister at nights scares me like a ghost

Shadow passing through and out the

curtains she,

Sleep touches as in like slap her foot to

my face almost knocked a tooth out one

time,

And it's true what they say writers,

people, artist don't know what they are

Writing creating untell they are finsh

sometimest they do most times they

don't like right now and

How do you know when your soul was

meant to be kept by another?

When it flutters?

When it rips through the rip cage of its

home seeking more

Or when it's trashing all about yet calm

But on the edge of a clift

And in life there are many things that

we must bare crazy the solitude the sun

the people who don't know how to bare

themselves even so they make it harder

For others to even bare them but

Time is like a bonfire flicking, slowing,

moving, diying

And we are one of it.

-ashespoetry

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