Forgotten Song (eraser dust)

My eraser dust danced on the desk to the music of the delicate lyrics they’d just

extinguished.

I see them smile and bounce around. It’s because now THEY hold the secrets to

the forgotten song.

Although I have discarded their party with the sweaty backside of my hand,

they continue to dance, just now on the floor.

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