Stranded suds
Are left behind
To taint the water
Once refined
This plastic bottle
Tastes of soap
With every sip
It’s hard to cope
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Stranded suds
Are left behind
To taint the water
Once refined
This plastic bottle
Tastes of soap
With every sip
It’s hard to cope
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