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washing clothes

i have started
enjoying
washing my clothes,

coming home,
walking past
the two hot empty
rooms,

then going back
to the balcony,
grabbing my towel

and then,
sitting on the small chair,
pouring my clothes in
a bucketful of water,

watching the dirt mix
in the bucket, watching
soap bubbles foam up
and for a moment
innocently staring

at the yatches on my shorts

and then as i pour
water on my head

everything disappears

like birds sitting on the clothesline

on the balcony outside

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