My dirty laundry is being washed- Cleansed with Tide and dried with Bounce- I hadn’t given much thought, to- How much shit I've soaked up- As long as a 26 year old like me- Doesn’t have to feel like an 80-year old- Put it on the longest cycle- Press "on"- And walk away- Who are you now?- Who calls you from the inside?- What leaf have you turned over now?- Stain free, for just enough time- To get a breath of fresh air- Once again-
Reason for writing:
To the things that love you most...
Birth sign: Libra
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