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Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Poem - All To Dust
Some surface dust settles daintily, unknowingly,
A grey blanket easily blown,
I write my name with finger single,
Existing at least until the re-covering,
When letters slowly fade,
Unless easily blown and I disappear fast,
A dispersal of myself.
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Go on... say it. :) xx
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