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Midnight, pitch black and raining He washes his car. Swimming upstream against the impossible: Tainted raindrops creating an unfinishable task Blind to its full grasp on his life. He loves that car. Busted old thing - Barely road worthy But he fights to keep it clean Through darkness. Midnight car washes have become more frequent. Filling the void. Filing for divorce. Tainted raindrops smear his life, His wife publicly smeared in a community obsessive over the local news. Local rumour flies. That rusty old thing Why is he out there cleaning again? Cleaning in the dark - How can he see the dirt? Inside she looks on, looks on to the coward. She can see the dirt The former great, the former lover. That ******* car. The muted mesh of metal That held her former lover and his former lover. Out there his avoidance is her disdain. Midnight, pitch black and raining He washes his car.
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
A Midnight Carwash
Midnight, pitch black and raining He washes his car. Swimming upstream against the impossible: Tainted raindrops creating an unfinishable task Blind to its full grasp on his life. He loves that car. Busted old thing - Barely road worthy But he fights to keep it clean Through darkness. Midnight car washes have become more frequent. Filling the void. Filing for divorce. Tainted raindrops smear his life, His wife publicly smeared in a community obsessive over the local news. Local rumour flies. That rusty old thing Why is he out there cleaning again? Cleaning in the dark - How can he see the dirt? Inside she looks on, looks on to the coward. She can see the dirt The former great, the former lover. That ******* car. The muted mesh of metal That held her former lover and his former lover. Out there his avoidance is her disdain. Midnight, pitch black and raining He washes his car.
ciankennedy
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27/M/London
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
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