Arlyn

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TRAIL MIX
CALL THE MAID

You wipe away
dust
but it always comes back

It falls from
nowhere
covers everything

You take a little rag
dust away
Ah, it’s gone

For a moment
you think you are inhaling
purity

But guess what
little particles are
everywhere

Waiting to cover
each surface
you love

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Copyright July, 2010