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Burn

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Every light in the house was on despite the sun.

 

Energy, abrupt and senseless, all of this -- so you.

 

Everything:

 

Right now

Right now

Right now

 

Grumbling about the bill, I extinguished all the bulbs while you stood there.

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You just stood there.

 

At once, infinite. At once, cut down.

 

If only I'd let it burn.

Writer

Photographer 

First-Time Human

JUSTIN D. OAKLEY

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