Dirt

 

dirt

Dirt.
Ending up in places you don’t belong.
Whoever thought you could be the source of so much
unhappiness?

What did I ever do to you?
Have you come to disturb my peace?
Have you come to unearth its fragile state?

Dirt.
I don’t know what to make of you.
I will clean you up lest you make a fool of me.

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