New air at night.
It's like it happens for you, except it's all at night.
It probably happens to you.
They switch the air at night.
They never leave a trace, breathe your air at night.
No fingerprints. No damage.
This air is cleaner for you.
Buildings full of secrets emptied for the holinights.
Breathing like asecret while we're sweeping up your
halls at night.
Lungs all full of secrets.
Vacant like a hole at night, breathing information.
It hits the fan with a sigh.
What if we came to get you in the middle of the night
or for a getaway?
What if all your belongings were fast asleep and far
but available to tap for blood and money in the
It's not a holiday.
Nights are never holidays.
My lungs are full of these secrets in a sequence
patterned for you.
Swept under your front door,
you wake in time to see if it finally happened to you.
Swept under your front door.
Asleep at your front door.
What if they tried a shake-out, but it didn't work?
They tried to time it.
They set some timers.
Centuries tried to set it but it didn't behave.
On and on.
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