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Aug 2023
The rings on my stove have always been there.
They grow with every over-boiled ***,
Every spill, every mistake,
More indelible with every morning coffee and fried egg.

Today, I soaked and scraped and scoured until the rings were gone.

Maybe the other black and baked-on parts of my life
Aren't permanent either.
Written by
Sanguine Cephalopod  29/F
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