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Wash (Free verse) by Bankrupt_Word_Clerk

Clothes arranged in heaps Socks leap unseen into dark corners of the room Trudging through lint fluff Soap powder clings to bare foot Primates laugh at me Wondering loudly Why I make such a shrill fuss Over woven plants Hung on my body To cover the base creature I claim not to be Jungle animals Do not wash their stringy hair in smelly white rooms

Prince of Void 21-Jun-05/2:03 PM
Great!




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