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Sweep sweep
I can hear you sweeping at 11 at night
And I like it
I felt like I was the only awake at this time in the world
All alone
Trying to figure out how the world works
But your bristles whispered a sweet lullaby to my ear
And it sang of frustration and hard work
And the classic evil shadows that lurk and try to get to me
The only one left
To feel the weight of the unknown variables
Trying to make sense of my senseless senses and poorly formed sentences
Shweep shweep
Maybe you are nesting
Maybe I want to be resting and in bed
I bet the garage light is on while you sweep
And I bet it looks warm
From my calculated cold point of view