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By. Lauren Swish. Swash. Swish Swash. Faster, Swishidy. Swashidy. My mind is a washing machine gone rouge. A high speed chase for sanity. I've lost my own key to that of which I once owned. A homeowner locked out for the 10th time in a day. For now I will keep searching until the Swishidy, Swadiding, Becomes a calm Swish, Swash, Swish, Swash, Once more.
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May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 6:22 PM UTC
Swish Swash
By. Lauren Swish. Swash. Swish Swash. Faster, Swishidy. Swashidy. My mind is a washing machine gone rouge. A high speed chase for sanity. I've lost my own key to that of which I once owned. A homeowner locked out for the 10th time in a day. For now I will keep searching until the Swishidy, Swadiding, Becomes a calm Swish, Swash, Swish, Swash, Once more.
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May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 6:22 PM UTC
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