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wash through the trees
and the leaves on the trees 
wash the guilt 
wash the sins off the floor and 
the smell of CoolGirlFun i've burned 
into the furniture
wash my organs like dishes
and scratch them clean 
the way the women in my family do. 
dear god don't complain
dear god don't complain
dear G. O. D. don't COMPLAIN
CRY and wash it scratch at it like 
the
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