If you can remember
that one day
we are all going to die
you don’t stop doing the dishes
or dusting under the bed
you get infatuated
with the soapy water
the balls of lint
like galaxies cavorting
while you sleep.
If you can remember
that one day
we are all going to die
you don’t stop doing the dishes
or dusting under the bed
you get infatuated
with the soapy water
the balls of lint
like galaxies cavorting
while you sleep.
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