when our paths cross,
it's just not fair,
i am invisible to you, as if
i'm merely a speck of dust in the air.
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12 am » poetry
Poetryit's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.
dust
when our paths cross,
it's just not fair,
i am invisible to you, as if
i'm merely a speck of dust in the air.
