I want to build a house
where there exists no crevices
no places for mice
or for dust to collect
no couch behinds where change comingles
no lost and founds
no cracks to sweep where carelessness and apathy
have sniffled their skin
knowing no dark recesses
nothing lurking or hidden
no murky morasses
no more dirty linens
A house in which it impossible to be swallowed up
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