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Dec 2020
Bring out the sage
Pour on the bleach
Iā€™m cleansing my soul
And cleaning my feet
Brushing my tongue
To rid the taste
Of your lies
Stuffing pockets
With the sound
of my cries
Rearrange my life
Clean out my purse
All because of
Your candy cane
Curse.

               -L. Frost
Written by
Larissa Frost
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