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dred thousand christmases can go by before you donate with both arms not one hand tied to a gross signature and spotlight</p><p id="4b23">the stars will change direction and design before inflated heads leak out the puss that drowns them so much shit clouds their sight but what do they want?</p><p id="5d0e">clothes in the drier spin nobody sleeps and young men are sold into slavery</p><p id="fe4d">the separation of earth and space is closer than i thought closer than the lads’ spotlight industry</p><p id="eb0d">one i shattered now gone and i won’t look back again at all the price of washing another day another load of laundry</p><p id="f670

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hell’s laundry

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when i first jumped off i had a bucket full of thoughts ideas that took me within the tectonic plates of who i thought i was

i think i need to make myself a pawn for light and sacrifice because a hundred thousand christmases can go by before you donate with both arms not one hand tied to a gross signature and spotlight

the stars will change direction and design before inflated heads leak out the puss that drowns them so much shit clouds their sight but what do they want?

clothes in the drier spin nobody sleeps and young men are sold into slavery

the separation of earth and space is closer than i thought closer than the lads’ spotlight industry

one i shattered now gone and i won’t look back again at all the price of washing another day another load of laundry

Thank you for reading! © Daniel Barry, 2021

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