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an attempt at humor

The curtain hides the black northwest, slippery as deaths doorstep,
rejuvenate my tired bones, wash away the day,

the flimsy wall of polyester, hides a world of sighs and pleasure,
I cannot reach you just yet, but when I do you can bet,
I'll wash myself inside your heart, your blood will be my freshest start,

The gritty filth i accumulate, count it loss, and drown the drain,
Look deep within and see the power, im finished writing. Time to shower.
Written by forgodsake
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