ashes to ashes

they tell me I'm made of dust as though a slight gust could blow me apart As if the beating wasn't just my heart but a maze of particles infusing every article dead and blown away they tell me ill return to ashes like i was made of ashes in the first place like instead of thoughts it was just space that your hand on my heart wasn't what kept it apace but just science in the ashes in the dust

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