Late night clean up

When the clock gets tired of moving its mechanics to show time
that’s when I gather the dusty dunes from the floor

When dark blue sky merges with black ink
that’s when rivers of soapy water run wild and fill up my tiny square

Tonight I defeat the dirty demons
Tonight is the night…

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