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    The poem describes the speaker seeing dust floating around their hands and fingers and feeling like they are constantly fading into dust. While no one else seems able to see the dust, the speaker focuses on it more and more and sees that it is present on every person. They wonder where the dust comes from and where it goes, as it never seems to stop. The dust has now stopped leaving the speaker's body, as they have just turned 27 years old.

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    The poem describes the speaker seeing dust floating around their hands and fingers and feeling like they are constantly fading into dust. While no one else seems able to see the dust, the speaker focuses on it more and more and sees that it is present on every person. They wonder where the dust comes from and where it goes, as it never seems to stop. The dust has now stopped leaving the speaker's body, as they have just turned 27 years old.

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    Here Is A Poem I Called - Dust

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    The poem describes the speaker seeing dust floating around their hands and fingers and feeling like they are constantly fading into dust. While no one else seems able to see the dust, the speaker focuses on it more and more and sees that it is present on every person. They wonder where the dust comes from and where it goes, as it never seems to stop. The dust has now stopped leaving the speaker's body, as they have just turned 27 years old.

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    Here is a poem I called:

    Dust

    I see myself, constantly fading into dust,


    While I’m looking at my hand, my fingers, I see dust,
    floating, slowly, up to the ceiling, the sky, somewhere...

    I don't know why, how, or if it’s real or not. I just feel like it is, but since no one
    else seems to see it too,
    the doubt takes place and the dust gets swept under the rug.

    If I’m being honest days or weeks passed between each and every line and
    paragraph.
    I’m following my doctor’s prescription, taking my meds for all the conditions I’m
    suffering from hoping for results that will never come.

    I just realized that maybe the famous verse “All came from the dust and all return
    to the dust” was not talking about dead bodies getting buried, but refers to THIS!

    We’re all dust, not only my fingers, my hands, or just myself but everyone!
    the more I focus the more I see. It’s not about medication or any conditions the
    dust never stops!

    No matter the pills, the therapies, or places I’m staying to rest. The DUST is always
    there on every single being!

    How appalling it is to be the only one. Witness of this silent, vicious, and invisible
    horror…

    In what way am I different?

    Can't I just die like everyone else? In ignorance of this gloomy snow that numbs my
    mind instead of my body.

    These grains of DUST... where do they go?

    For all I know, all I see, they never go down…


    …
    As I try to finish these few thoughts, I notice in unspeakable horror that the dust
    has stopped leaving me, I just turned 27.

    ___

    Here is a poem I called: Dust

    I see myself, constantly fading into dust, NULL


    Whil. I’m looking at my hand, my fing.rs, I s.. dust, E
    flo.ting, slowly, up to the c.iling, th. sky, som.wh.r. … EA

    I d.n't kn.w why, h.w, .r if it’s r..l .r n.t. I just f..l lik. it is. but sinc. n. .n. .ls. EAO
    s..ms t. s.. it t.., th. d.ubt t.k.s pl.c. ..d th. dust g.ts sw.pt u.d.r th. rug. EAON

    .f .’m b...g h…st d.ys .r w..ks p.ss.d b.tw... ..ch ..d .v.ry l… ..d p.r.gr.ph. EAONI
    .’m f.ll.w..g my d.ct.r’s pr.scr.pt..., t.k..g my m.ds f.r .ll th. c..d.t...s .’m suff.r..g
    fr.m ..p..g f.r r.sults t..t w.ll ..v.r c.m. .
    EAONIH

    . just ...l.z.d t..t m.yb. t.. f.m.us v..s. “.ll c.m. f..m t.. dust ..d .ll ..tu.. t. t.. dust” w.s ..t
    t.lk..g .b.ut d..d b.d..s g.tt..g bu...d, but ..f..s t. T..S ! EAOINHR

    W.’.. … dust, ..t …y my f..g..s, my …ds, .. just mys..f but .v..y...!


    t.. m... . f.cus t.. m... . s... .t’s ..t .b.ut m.d.c.t… .. ..y c..d.t…s t.. dust ..v.. st.ps!
    EAOINHRL

    .. m.tt.. t.. p…s, t.. t….p..s, .. p.…s .’m st.y..g t. ..st. T.. DUST .s ..w.ys t…. .. .v..y s..g..
    b…g! EAOINHRLC

    … .pp…..g .t .s t. b. t.. …y .... ..t..ss .f t..s s….t, v....us, ..d ..v.s.b.. .…..… EAOINHRLCW-
    M

    .. …t ..y .. . d.ff....t? EAOINHRLCWM


    ...'t . just d.. ..k. .v…... ..s.? .. .g……. .f t..s g….. s… t..t .u.bs .. ...d ..st..d .f .. b.d..
    EAOI//NHRL//CWMY

    T..s. .….s .f DUST... ..… d. t… ..? EAOI//NHRL//CWMY//G

    ... … . k…, … . s.., t..y ..v.. .. d… … EAOI//NHRL//CWMY//GF

    .s . t.y t. f…s. t..s. f.. t..u..ts, . ..t… .. u.s...k.b.. …… t..t t.. DUST ..s st….d ...v… .., . just
    tu…d 27. EAOI//NHRL//CWMY//GFP

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