I close the door
Lock, relock
How locked can I lock it
I shut windows
Dust is dangerous
Still water, Legionaires'
I paste the cracks
With my knees
Bees knees
With melting wax
Slippery sheets and pleats
I close my eyes
With contacts in
And falling flakes
My path to make
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