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The Dust Bunny Queen,
lover of lost souls.
Slipping into us,
fragment by fragment.
Changing us evermore.
Teaching us to think,
imagine from new angles.
Like tipping your chair,
just that last bit too far.
Making you gulp, leaning,
scrambling to your feet.
Try to right the tilt,
But it never rights again.
We are all happy to walk,
crooked forever, my friend.
Scrambling to keep up,
with your rapid conversation.
Writing up a sultry storm,
about wild loving cards.
Emotions swirl around,
the words she weaves.
Time is immeasurable,
culture undescribable.
Unlimited opportunities,
to bask in her worlds.
Talented without pride,
selflessly, loving us all.