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Apr 2018
I scrub and I scrub
The stains won't go
They stain the sink

The water washes it away
It spirals down the drain
The stain still stays

My hands are raw
But I see no point in bleeding
It still stains the sink
Lyda M Sourne
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Lyda M Sourne  22/F
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       ---, laura, liz and A Simillacrum
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