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Nov 2023
They say we are dust
I wish that was literal
Me, a particle; part of a pyramid somewhere in Egypt
Firmly holding an architectural mystery together for thousands of years
Maybe that would have been better than struggling to hold this 23 year old life together.
Why is this dust flesh?
Why does this flesh have breath?
Why is this breath soul?
They say we are dust
I wish that was literal.
Written by
Buumba Munene
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