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Dust

by @ylzm

Dust, dust, infernal dust: Mocked! Mortality mocked! Toil, toil, burdensome toil, procrastinator born. I don't see, it's still clean. I don't see, I don't care. I don't see, just the wind. Oh no! Now I see, I cannot unsee, woe is me! Dust, dust, infernal dust, with vacuum be gone! Toil, toil, burdensome toil, Adam's curse, is there no escape?
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