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I was inside a lot lately.

I started cleaning.

I got in the nooks and crannies

Some real “on all fours scrubbing elbow grease make your mama proud” style cleaning

The kind of cleaning you do when companies coming over

The kind you have to do right because you don’t wanna have to do it over again

The kind that you can be proud of

The kind that shows that I care

About me

So I got down on my hands and knees

Dusted and mopped until I knew

That though this dusty house has almost fell many times

it’s mine dammit and I’m proud of it and it’s clean.

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