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I pulled an unwashed pillow close
Weakening reds and encouraging yellows
I clung to stain, to stench and to rust
Dusts put back into the hourglass.

Jersey knit case against my cheek:
A kiss so great, a kiss so bleak
Hear! Hear! The fabric spoke
Of oil, of suds and a long soak.

© Gheeneil

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