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March 20, 2012

skin deep

You don't get a break.

You clean the crumbs.

You scrub the pans.

You cook the dinner.

You make the bed.

You wash the sheets.

Oily, sweat marks on the white couch.  You can't clean them.  But you pay for it anyway.

Paint stains because you tried to be a good mother.

You throw the glue stick and it scratches the paint on the wall.

You will never leave here; you will never leave.

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