Soiled clothes do rot.
Scalding, folding, bought.
Washing, trying, clean.
Life’s marring unseen.
Wish better days.
Thoughts coming gaze.
Now just a haze.
Neutered, muted, wrong.
Life’s sullen song.
Something gone long.
Sitting in the stalls.
Breathing in the faults.
Falling broken bones.
Slithered withered tones.
Echoing in this…
Empty prison cell.
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