Dust by Stevette Gonzalez

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Jun 2015

Dust

You know how it shows when the sun gleems through the window?
Do we ever really take the time to think about it when the suns not around?
I am dust.

Written by

Stevette Gonzalez Massachusetts

(Massachusetts)

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