The Smallest Things
A speck of dust,
a little sniff,
a flea
a couple words...
Seemingly, they mean nothing, absolutely nothing,
they are too small.
But that speck of dust,
that little sniff,
a tiny flea,
those couple words,
can kill.
It doesn't seem like it,
the big things are the only
things we are aware of.
The smallest things, however,
kill you even more.
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