Clothes Line

Peeling off layers of clothes as if they were a bad day,

thrown into a hamper as if it would just go away.

Yet they’ll keep coming back no matter how you try

As the washed out clothes are strung up to dry.

But don’t fret, the sun has made of them a clean slate

Washing pain, blood and the tide of hate.

 

 

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