Dusting Sure Stirs Motes Up

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My companions in the sunbeam,
float in eddies when she cracks
the blinds and sniffs the grey
of disuse. Backflow fills
the empty space behind
the feather duster. Wild
vertigo tumbles until floral
wisps of flickered passage
settle on the aging surface.

Z23

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UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellalmost 15 years ago
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Now you see there's no point in dusting it all comes back anyway!

EroticOrogenyEroticOrogenyalmost 15 years ago
good job with this challenge

SOmething we've all seen, nicely characterized

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