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feather duster (Free verse) by onepinksock there are corners in my mind
and she is afraid of cobwebs
i know as she ducks doorways avoids windowsills and
explains to be compulsive about cleaning.
there are rusted hinges and broken gears
and she is not a mechanic.
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she claims art as her life
and life as her tool-
and with hands that are for building
she should want to dirty them
in whatever
in whoever.
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