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Brush me away (Free verse) by nothingtoanyone The last piece of my has broken into an unfixable size.
An unneeded mess that lays scattered amongst the dust on the
floor.
Sweep my away as, I softly weep, Iâll pry as you sweep.
Brush it all into a neat clean pile of vile rift raft.
Into the dustpan and off to the trash never to be seen again only felt
in the dark dang home that it once came from.
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