Three Simple Letters
My hands are stained
With faux germs
The soap can’t
Wash off
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The detergent
Windscreen wiper
In my mind won’t stop
Swiping back and forth
In an absurd attempt
To erase the intrusive thoughts
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To me, everything links
To the possibility of a fire
Or something awful happening
And the blame fitting squarely
On my thin shoulders
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It still amazes me that
I can compact all of this
Into three simple letters
Three letters that all begin
To look like cages if
You spend too long
Thinking about it
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I joke about
Certain aspects of it
As if that might stop
The other (darker) side of it
From being real
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-It never works
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