Claimed by dust
By human touch
The skin we shed
Coats all like rust
In corners that
Are rarely used
We’ll still be there
In flesh diffused
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A Life in Poems 
The way this read was very interesting, it almost sounds like a comparison between the dust that is imparted onto human fingers when touching fireflies.
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