It's just dust,
Settling in silent places,
Always being ingested,
Through a compromised system.
It's just dust,
Collected on the fingertips,
Being washed clean in the sink,
But the clothes are still ruined.
It's just dust,
Tiny asteroids colliding and settling,
Showing how much time you spent
Contemplating how to keep your hands clean.
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