a rather ought

Dust bunnies

have tyrants

electricity force their +path

I look out my window

the lamp casts its bleeding light unto the balcony

I see the stains on the window pane

I feel an urge to do something

clean what not.

Demons about here and there

ecstatic it is indeed

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