My favourite dust

It lingers in the air like a big blue pear

It stays in your hair like it just don’t care

It’s the skin beneath my wind, who’s never once sinned

It’s the particles of my mind, seeping from my behind

It’s a duster away from ending it’s day

From a tragic misfortune, from the eye of a baboon

Around the sun in a fish, flattened more than a squish

I’ll be depressed if I must, my mind is my favourite dust

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