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Ironed

Sleeping through the stress Soiled in mixed silence Jotting every joke in justice Like the lies of lilac Calling itself clear But feels like a beauty Arranged clothes for the weeks job Just to see souls happy at dusk Laughing out loud While remembering their loss as mere thinking Oh the joys of feeding I am Bloated

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