Yeah, I'm quick.
CLEANING
The humidifier, the air conditioner,
smudged like a crime scene with rust and gray.
How is it our breaths are so filthy?
Or is it words caught in filters,
hidden like forbidden prayers,
clogging the mechanisms,
gumming up truth:
the exhaled mortar
of the path to hell?
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