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There are 3 lights on my ceiling fan, None of which do I turn on for a majority of the time I spend staring at it, I dont mind the darkness anymore. It isn't for the lumination that I find myself engrossed, It's the constance, the momentum that I admire, That sets my head spinning Wishing my only job was to keep going.
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Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
Why My Ceiling Fan is Always Clean
There are 3 lights on my ceiling fan, None of which do I turn on for a majority of the time I spend staring at it, I dont mind the darkness anymore. It isn't for the lumination that I find myself engrossed, It's the constance, the momentum that I admire, That sets my head spinning Wishing my only job was to keep going.
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Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
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