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Jan 2014
Ran some water
Turned on the tap
Ran some water on your fingertip.

And wiped the rim of the basin white
Until there’s no stain in sight

And you can say nothing happened,
Because nothing did
But when you look again at the basin white,
It’s brown, and red, and pink, and black,
And longer
And smudgier
And sick.
Written by
CalC  London
(London)   
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