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right now I love

as far as my laundry goes,
that I had the good sense, which is unlike me,
to buy a big jug of extra stain remover -
this way I'm not fucked when I find tomato
gunk around the tit area of like everything I own.
I love that I have tried a new laundry detergent-
it is addicting to me, smelling of gardenias,
I'm intoxicated.
and I love the softner sheets,
although I use so many per load, that my clothes
are slippery, I could actually spin inside my shirts-
if I were so inclined.

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