Real As Me
Grey
Shades of dust
You’re not here, you’re somewhere else
Never do my fingertips brush you
Never do you fade with the dusk
You are here as I am
As real as me
You scurry away as I approach
Never to be touched, never to be fabricated
Never to be perceived by no one
I’ve never been chosen before
But now that I have
I wish I was never being
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