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stained,
you find a place there
in that nook where you can be alone and find some
solutions

cleaning some stains
sticking to your arms and hands, but it will not be long

i smell chlorine
concentrated chlorine from where she works
day and night
graveyard shifts
and other extra hours uncomplaining

she will join you
for the cleansing, it will not really take that long
just a matter of one hand
then it will be over

but your eyes will be hurt a little bit
you know it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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