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I can't think with dishes in the kitchen sink Dirty floors, dirty head So how do I find the time to write When my pen is a sponge And ink is soap tracing circles around the cereal bowl? Flying on autopilot with Mr. Lazy Never made the daring moves That changed flight forever... Clean your room. Clear your mind.

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Soulonf1re

28 / M / Pennsylvania

For You?

Written by

Soulonf1re

28 / M / Pennsylvania

Published: Apr 3, 2018
Time: 1m

Notes: The night of finishing spring cleaning is peak poetry season.

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