In the Laundromat
Beneath cold florescent lights
A foreign language
The strong smell of bleach
Linen, socks, and underwear
With perfect strangers
Don’t know him
But it’s all the same
Just the same
In the Laundromat
Beneath cold florescent lights
With perfect strangers
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