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***** LAUNDRY In the middle of the floor Lies a pile of clothes ***** unwashed Like a body Without a soul What we make of ourselves When we lose ourselves When we lose our souls Before death takes over What do we hold so dear I am like you Always counting my winnings Who cares what all that we have lost Along the way Time to move on And find closure They say I laugh at myself To myself The pain You will forget it soon Get over it, they say But it will linger till the day They cut off your clothes And drop them on the floor M. N. R. 02 MAY 2021
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May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 8:50 PM UTC
***** LAUNDRY
***** LAUNDRY In the middle of the floor Lies a pile of clothes ***** unwashed Like a body Without a soul What we make of ourselves When we lose ourselves When we lose our souls Before death takes over What do we hold so dear I am like you Always counting my winnings Who cares what all that we have lost Along the way Time to move on And find closure They say I laugh at myself To myself The pain You will forget it soon Get over it, they say But it will linger till the day They cut off your clothes And drop them on the floor M. N. R. 02 MAY 2021
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May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 8:50 PM UTC
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