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A Dust That Lingers
He got a sadistic joy
Knowing that the dust
That caused her misery
Was at least partially composed
From his own skin
He covered everything
In a layer of ugliness
And fed the mites
That made her sneeze
In that way, he knew
That although she'd evicted him
From her life and her bed
He'd hide in corners and ducts
And he hoped to cling inside her nose
As she drew her last breath
good and impressive one... yeah its a very clear and good poem with rich thought and sure ... the way you did it is great and heart knocking of course... so I can loudly say that you are a sweet poet with honey poetic feelings and thoughts... hope my poetry has also that much strenth to make way to your heart and brain to capture as this poem of yours has done to mine.... wish you good luck peotry friend... with a hope you will go through my work too..to know if its heart touchig or not?