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Mar 2019
Here I am, the filthy rag, maculate of youth, transgressions beyond the sight of years, pride, flattery, lies and disdain for all that is good.

The dishwasher, sparking clean, immaculate, ready to boil away the dirt and stains with the water of never ending flow. I enjoy having the filthy rag run through the dishwasher every day, for money is no cost and is not chargeable to this water that flows. Even so, going for broke compared to perilous fight.
Rejuvenating, enticing in the best of ways and hidden is what the orphan with a filthy rag longed for all along.
Hello dishwasher, hello friend and confidant.
Written by
Sergey Koserov  31/M
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