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dishes ****

doing the dishes *****

especially when it smells like butts.

food that has been there for weeks,

sprays at me and reaks.

 

every time i feel the water,

it burns me *** it got hotter.

water sprays onto my clothes

and here it goes...

 

gotta wash the dishes

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Apr 18, 2013
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