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Laundry
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Blood Clot
Your proud scars, you saw stars
You drew blood, bathed in mud
Physically damaged, what got in the way
Your fists, meat tenderizers
Pride crushed at an early age
Vocabulary of rage, brooding, boiling, a snake, coiling
Ripping flesh, no significance anymore
Your skin sags as you lay on the floor
All that you hate, all the meat you ate lays rotting.
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