who will just be here for a little while;
a grain of sand floating among thousands more
in a light gust of wind, propelling against my leg
and causing an irritation.
A festering spawned by the miniature jagged edges
of the tiny rocks bouncing off my skin, but nothing more.
And after the wind dies she will start all over again,
fitting in place with all others just like her.
Although she will deny it.
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