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I let this place get so filthy.

I had to wash out the dirt;

scrub deep until

the grime was removed.

I swept all the corners

of each room.

I removed the dust

that lingered in hidden places.

I had to polish the floors

so that the shiny veneer

would be exposed.

And when I was done,

what beauty immerged,

covered by years of crud

that had piled up.