torn apart
by dust
on window sills
i'm sappy sweet
without you,
somehow,
cleaning out
compartments
nobody's seen.
you sway
around my head
like ceiling fans.
you're slices of fun.
my shades
can't remember
how to fall, but,
like two legs on stilts,
you're somewhere
i don't know...
i can't prove it
but i'd swear
you lived
in my nose,
a particle of grime i
could not sweep away
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