The insignificance of being

The insignificance of being

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I am no more
the particle of dust
that falls on your shoulder
that you shrug
unaware
I was there.

© 2024 andrew mitchell


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Wow, I have felt like this with a few partners before...
that shrug of total disregard like flicking away a mosquito...
j.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


andrew mitchell

3 Weeks Ago

And the others that say “ Come into my parlour “ Thank you Jacob.

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Added on October 27, 2024
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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