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Nov 2019
Never was
this broken
curtain
a calamity
to all of us.

Raggedy
and full
of dust
it still
shaded us,

and once
in a while
it would
make me smile
as I watched
the weird light
run right through
the holes
and shine on
little specks
of floating particles
that dance
in the dry air.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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