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Tiny Particle


 

Oh you can’t see me

Touch me, but I’m there

Born in the bosom of the molten furnace

My radiant verdant glow is Naked to the human eye.

But I glow like uranium 235 and plutonium, or that other

Radioactive metal you just inhaled.

Take a guess what am I

Wrong !!!

But a trepidation to your Health

Only to slither through your respiratory system.

Evolving like Pokémon

Into asthma or that other

Respiratory infection no one can spell

Guess once more.

Wrong. !!! again

While your guessing I will continue to darken your once clear skies.

As I evolve into Freddy

Only to stalk your dreams. Lurking ever so long.

What am I.

The problem you haven’t got the guts to solve

 

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