Yesterday we cleaned the old place. I found old dreams floating in the air by the windows and caught up high against the wall in the corners. I took a beat up sponge and wet it down with some simple green and I wiped them up. I rinsed the sponge under some very hot water, and rung it out. The scalding felt good on my hands. Cleansing. I did it again and again, until the place was cleaner than I found it, all those dreams ago.
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Sunday, March 28, 2010
It goes like this
Yesterday we cleaned the old place. I found old dreams floating in the air by the windows and caught up high against the wall in the corners. I took a beat up sponge and wet it down with some simple green and I wiped them up. I rinsed the sponge under some very hot water, and rung it out. The scalding felt good on my hands. Cleansing. I did it again and again, until the place was cleaner than I found it, all those dreams ago.
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