You air my dirty laundry
out a second story window
in the back alley of comfort
on a washing line of trust
You wash them white as snow
in a basin made of bleach
and fold them into scented drawers
protected and preserved
out a second story window
in the back alley of comfort
on a washing line of trust
You wash them white as snow
in a basin made of bleach
and fold them into scented drawers
protected and preserved
posted by @lyssa at 1:51 PM
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