Stainless steel,
kitchen glass,
reminds me of my past.
Washing dishes,
Chipping nails,
Boiling water.
Cup rim.
I never thought I would be done,
now I sit here at this desk,
rivaling against another mess.
of words and scraps of lyrics,
from my sense of mind.
That wants to simply recollect,
those old memories of mine. -Peacefulrock
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