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You’re gone
There’s nothing left
To do
But vacuum
Left in a vacuum
I’m bagless
With dust to dust
Painted in rust.
I’m stuck.
In polyprop red
Yesterday’s bread
Silvers be my head
She’s dead.

Wake up!
My faithful plastic
Spinning magic
Swallow me whole
Bloodied wings fallen
Wheels now broken
Lies been eaten
Past be forgotten.