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点击复制Dust gathers in corners
the archive of neglect
It is not waste
but witness
Every mote a tiny past
shaved from books and breath
The air is crowded
with old selves
I sweep
and history dances in sunlight
Even discarded
it insists on brilliance
Dust tells me:
nothing is erased
only rearranged
into memory
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