i couldn't think of the word

A Poem by Christine

you are

the 5 minute

piss

first thing

on a

sunday morning

after

drinking

too

much

i am

the soap bubbles

you hear

popping

in the sink

(he remembered to wash his hands)

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i don't know why , but this was awesome. it just made me grin reading it

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Added on September 7, 2015
Last Updated on September 7, 2015

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