Musings from the Bottom of My Laundry Basket

What do you look like way down there

Covered by each day’s filthy confines

I’m not sure if I’ve ever really seen you but once or twice

Your burdens do not stay in the corners you’ve banished them to–they are always advancing, covering, suffocating

Oh, bottom of my laundry basket, there are days when I feel like you

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