Dust
By soulstealer
Dust The dry dust Suffocates me, As if a pillow has Been placed over my face It's so warm out here, So dry, The dust hurts my eyes. It flies into my mouth, As if it's a piece of candy. The taste is horrible. I choke on it. The wind blows so hard im lifted Off my feet, And after all this I still can not breathe.this poem was written as a thing for school but my teacher liked it and sent it in to poetry.com contest look for dust not the awakning though i dindt write that Written April 8th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 10:20 AM PST spiritual
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"Dust..."