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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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