Can I please pack up all the bullshit?
throw the trash and wash the can?
Can I make the bed, no wrinkles, no mess?
Can I sweep all the memories off the floors?
Can I mop all the tracks of pain?
Can I wipe off all the caresses from the tables?
Can I clear out the closet of any clutters?
Shall I organize the lies from the truth?
Can I spray the air to clear out the fumes of arguments?
Can I remove my heart out of the freezer?
Or shall I just call terminix and get it over with?
I'm doing a general cleaning routine,
It is about time.
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