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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