Don’t feed them after midnight

The monster under my bed.

Formerly known as the wind beneath my wings.

Turned to dust.

Then blown back at me.

In a wind.

Made of dust.

So much dust.

This swiffer sweeper is utterly useless.

Mi’iwi.

giphy-41

[poetry for lola, 21 of 69]

 

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