I cannot always say what I want,
Even though they are there cutting
And from that inside
Where I cannot reach,
I had tried and soaked them all in bleach
Even then the scarlet and the crimson,
The coarser of the season
Without logic and without a reason,
Well, they were how I leached.
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funny, enigmatic, perplexing ~ Kudos and Bravo ❤
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