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The dust 

That is my thoughts

Swirl around

Making tiny tornados 

The abrasive 

Grains of sand

Hurt me

They torment me

Blowing about

Making the smallest

Of cuts

Taking no care

The pain

Of my thoughts

That are 

My spinning tornado

Turn me

Into the dust

 

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