My Least Largest Fan

So, yes, there’s only one

But it spins eternal

Sucking blinds from the window

Keeping a watchful eye over Peeping Toms and peeping me

As if at any moment something interesting will happen

Between this wall

And this wall

Nothing ever does

But I’m glad it’s still checking

Otherwise it would just be me in this room

Nervously looking over my own shoulder

– Scott Sandwich

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