• Read the poem while listening to the song, to get the vibes.
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title : detergent
old dirty laundry, wishy - washy you go, off from bacteriology. her tender hands pick it up carefully, then she dried it off delicately. i was standing there watching from the mesh, she smiled and show it off, it was fresh.
coincidentally it'll be me in the future, being my own caretaker. the days changing and the years passing, then she keeps aging. you told me you will hold my little fingers, but you didn't say the touch won't linger.
the green paper is ruling the world, dreamworld, netherworld, even underworld. the "kid" me would ran away and left, but now i'm older, responsibility isn't deaf. it was darker when i don't see the pathway, i guess this is what she used to survey.
loving you was magical and i won't change it, from the living to the tombstone, i'll commit. i make sure i'll be the captain of my boat, i search for treasures even if it dried my throat. it is scary but you have faith in me, i dived the deep dark ocean with the sea's monstrosity.
for now, i want to feel you love through, this fresh shirt and it felt like a tattoo. even the darkest part will be cleaned off, with your detergent and even you laughed. but i believe the love you keep is pure, i'll think the same even when i've matured.
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inspired by Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots.
-icy.
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explanation : it's for the person we called mom and little dose of thoughts that has been crowding my mind, mixed.
