and how her life is a disaster of suds
overflowing their municipal limits
she hasn’t taken a proper
shower in
months
there’s never any time, can you believe it?
I nodded
and floated all day
on a white cloud
of my life is better than hers
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and floated all day of my life is better than hers
Author notesI'm mean. A contest entry
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