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It's so preciously sweet how early in the mornings when the sun peaks in  from the vertical blinds to take a glimpse of what's inside

To paint it's rays over the things hidden in the shadows of the once ago night.

With microscopic dust particles blasting like confetti, everywhere- trying to fit in or flee from one and other,

Aimlessly drifting by,

only to go on without a destination- just lost  in thoughts of disappearing within the darkness

And hiding undercover.

A hand reach, with minimal motion sends them drifting away

Opening the palm of your hand only to find nothing caught

No matter how many times you try, somethings just don't ever change.

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