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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, I’ll 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.

Shuushin 27-Apr-04/6:58 PM
"last piece of my" - what?
again in l3 - this is on purpose, right? Why?

oh - I see you've been informed already.




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