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the stale rose between the diary, Its smell chokes

the stale rose between the diary,
Its smell chokes, view dreads,
But you can't throw it 
on your valuables' sake
You keep it covered again in its shell
And take another burden on you to fade,
everyday Divorce is like
a washing machine
stopping abruptly mid cycle,
before it can rinse,
before it can spin.
The water,
still inside,
still inside
the stale rose between the diary,
Its smell chokes, view dreads,
But you can't throw it 
on your valuables' sake
You keep it covered again in its shell
And take another burden on you to fade,
everyday Divorce is like
a washing machine
stopping abruptly mid cycle,
before it can rinse,
before it can spin.
The water,
still inside,
still inside