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When I wash my dishes I wonder if it will crack the extremities of hot water mixed with lead steaming its skin making it dry and wet at the same time When I put my wet plate in the air the water dripping from its surface I wonder if it will become my heart the red moon that will drip with blood staining the floor consistent, but flexible When I put my dishes away I wonder if the dishes dry due to their exhausted fear from being touch for indulgence and thoes plates that crack finally becomes tolerant...
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
When I wash my Dishes...
When I wash my dishes I wonder if it will crack the extremities of hot water mixed with lead steaming its skin making it dry and wet at the same time When I put my wet plate in the air the water dripping from its surface I wonder if it will become my heart the red moon that will drip with blood staining the floor consistent, but flexible When I put my dishes away I wonder if the dishes dry due to their exhausted fear from being touch for indulgence and thoes plates that crack finally becomes tolerant...
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
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