ceiling
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I don’t remember exactly what I was doing.
Exactly what made me stop.
I remember the storm sending shivers through the walls
The raucous thunder crashing through the skies like a marching band
And the rain
Such a pain.
To put it up
Take it down
To clean it.
Such a pain.
Bits falling on you when you brush against it
Or throw something at it,
When you hang something up.
Such a pain.
