Listen to the silent plish plosh

by Ewa   Sep 16, 2005


Slide the quarters in
Choose the settings
Pray ther're right
Separate the pure from the complicated
Spinning in circles
Drenched in a mess
Always the same
Bad memories and good pour out
Into a dance of twirling bubbles
Drained of everything
But whatever you do
Never wash your dirty laundry in public

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