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steel plates warped bend with the burden of dust, I keep washing skin wrinkles weeps still I scrub until the plate breaks the silver scar lined with blood. I throw it away, unwrap a new one knowing that tomorrow more dust will come.
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC
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steel plates warped bend with the burden of dust, I keep washing skin wrinkles weeps still I scrub until the plate breaks the silver scar lined with blood. I throw it away, unwrap a new one knowing that tomorrow more dust will come.
KRBanerjee
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC
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