washed away all the dirt
still can see the stains
it's hard not to notice
in the light or in the dark
traces of what has soaked
into the sunken sofa
full of thangs fallen from
pockets of the strange
far from being sober
tired of turning cushions over
to hide stuff felt inside
The Immortal Wize
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