I stood in the shower
For almost an hour,
Trying to wash this all away
It came off my body
But i can't quite seem
To get it down the drain
So now it sits moldy and rotten
On the shower floor
I've tried to pick it up
And fling it out the door
But all it does is land in a heap
Right outside the frame
This isn't something i want to keep
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