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Dust

It lays upon the table with such grace;
only to be disturbed without a trace;
for i am not one to disturb the peace;
nor am i one to bring out a crease.

but dust sits upon a table,
and i sit unable.

if only a trace of grace could touch;
only if i had such;
such dexterity to believe;
and the strengh to heave.
But i am not dust;
i can't be so just

but i must.

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