Cleaning Space
Everyday it happens-
Like clockwork.
First we fight,
What else is new?
And then it starts.
Nothing new.
She plugs it in,
And up and down the house she goes.
Cleaning the house.
Cleaning out her mind.
Removing the dirt?
Or removing her feelings?
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