ceiling fan

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i lay down in my bed

and stared at the ceiling fan.

my mind was in somewhere else

as i watch it spun.

my thoughts of it killing me

would probably in the odds.

i watched it carefully.

and wished i have lazer eyes

so i could shoot it out of the ceiling

and let the blades be covered in blood






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