I am rubble.
A heap of blasted waste scattered on the ground, covering everything with chalky disdain.
Although you try and clean yourself of me,
I stick and dirty you.
I wish I could blow away,
never to hurt you anymore.
Oh how glorious a structure we are,
Yet I sabotage and break these things.
Now as I cover and spread I realize you are cleaned of me.
And I remain rubble
scattered.
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