The dust of my past*
Where have I gone, it is gone far away?
It never hung around or for a moment to stay
It will always shadow me but never be within
As it can never do such thing, it does not know where to begin
This is why it is outside me and has gone at last
For what this thing always was, is the dust of my past
Dom*Colucci 2011
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