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Jan 2021
As I glance up from my essay,
my thoughts on outdated machines,
motes of dust catch the light and my eyes.
I know that they are made of discarded things
(skin cells, tiny bits of hair, molecules of old clothing)
in this moment they could be diamonds.
Written by
lucy-goosey  17/Cis/:)
(17/Cis/:))   
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       Johnny's Brother, Eshwara Prasad, --- and BLT
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