Laundromat Poem
They wait
mouths slightly agape
for our dirty laundry.
They consume
grain by grain
the soil of our mundane
existence.
Never expecting
thanks.
mouths slightly agape
for our dirty laundry.
They consume
grain by grain
the soil of our mundane
existence.
Never expecting
thanks.
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