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Devil's Duster

All those vanished people.
Police files put away.
Never heard from or seen again.
Pain of those who loved them.
Very few really want to go,
but those that do leave no clues.
They are the ones
caught by a flick of the devil’s duster
Instantly obliterated,
as he polished his pitch fork,
while fanning the flames of his fire.
Watch out if you ache to disappear.
One flick of the devil’s duster
Is all it takes.

10 Mar 18

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