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yes, breathing filth hurts we've known it far too well for comfort ; clogged hearts / this is not opposites attract but polar sames — you scrub your hands for the sixty seventh time this week and i scrub your footprints off the bedroom floor with ritual sanctimony — the house reeks of turpentine but it's the smell of c l e a n / yes, it goes just like this the repeating loop of a washing machine ; mirror stains .
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
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yes, breathing filth hurts we've known it far too well for comfort ; clogged hearts / this is not opposites attract but polar sames — you scrub your hands for the sixty seventh time this week and i scrub your footprints off the bedroom floor with ritual sanctimony — the house reeks of turpentine but it's the smell of c l e a n / yes, it goes just like this the repeating loop of a washing machine ; mirror stains .
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Sep 6, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
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