The Stain
Yes, I am a stain.
But I fade away!
Untangle me from your hair, wash me off your face, spit me out of your mouth, brush me off your pillow,
and throw me into the sea.
It’s easy, soon you’ll forget,
And I’ll sink!
I’m
Good
At
Sinking.
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