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I spilled treacle on the floor Not carpet, luckily. For hours I stared at the mess I made I sat in it, letting the stickiness consume me I tried to start to clean But every moment I thought about it I sobbed a little bit more It’s just treacle Treacle on the floor I moved eventually Stuck my hands in and scooped It slipped through mostly Resuming on the floor Where would I put it? What use do I have for treacle from the floor? If I walk away from the treacle, it will still be on the floor If I try to clean it, it will fall back on the floor If I lay with the treacle, we both stay on the floor Days go by and no one calls No one cares that I’m on the floor Or how long I’ve been here Or how long I’ll stay Or why I tried to make a **** today
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Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 9:17 AM UTC
Stuck on the floor
I spilled treacle on the floor Not carpet, luckily. For hours I stared at the mess I made I sat in it, letting the stickiness consume me I tried to start to clean But every moment I thought about it I sobbed a little bit more It’s just treacle Treacle on the floor I moved eventually Stuck my hands in and scooped It slipped through mostly Resuming on the floor Where would I put it? What use do I have for treacle from the floor? If I walk away from the treacle, it will still be on the floor If I try to clean it, it will fall back on the floor If I lay with the treacle, we both stay on the floor Days go by and no one calls No one cares that I’m on the floor Or how long I’ve been here Or how long I’ll stay Or why I tried to make a **** today
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Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 9:17 AM UTC
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