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Feb 2020
Kitchen floors fell like the disappointment that hits right after a long night out-

cold, hard, sticky, *****, greasy-

Like the look that sweeps across my mothers face as I look up-

Kitchen floor.
I've never been drunk actually.
Written by
Xella  Australia
(Australia)   
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