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Dust

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Dust            She stood there      Dust, like blood on her hands      would not come off.      Years of cleaning      ground eons of dust      into crevasses lining her palms      until      the dust became her life      and her children cried. Written October 25th, 2001 © on Oct 25 2001 12:58 AM PST   10 • 0 • 9

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"Dust            She stood there      Dust, like blood on her hands      would not come off.      Years of cleaning      ground eons of dust      into crevasses lining her palms      until      the dust became her life      and her children cried...."

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