Dust Collects
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Dust floats in the air like it belongs there,
and it accumulates on everything.
Dead skin and mites suspended in mid-air
adhere to practically anything;
sullying surfaces to which they cling.
Dust bunnies gather, morphing into balls;
that hide under beds and roll down the halls.
Dust spreads allergens, dander, and pet hair,
it collects in corners and sticks to walls;
it's everywhere, yet we don't seem to care.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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