Nearly zero, almost nothing.
I probably don’t exist.
Don’t you ever dare to ask me!
A qui la faute—who’s to blame?
My existence probably nothing in your eyes,
I am;
The dust among those autumn leaves,
Annoyingly existed,
Unwanted.

AM 1:57 04 10 2016

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