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You scraped my least remains with a hard-wired brush,

scrubbed cigarette ash and dust out of my corners

to prove you were holier than I, you lightly bright samaritan

of sensitive new age bliss, you, bretrayer of the meat and potatoes of it all,

You and your virgin vegan policies steam through my floorboards.

Your standards are reducible to one.

You’ve steamed and stricken me to your solitude,

we are now two in isolation.