Repent one day before death.
No one left around to care,
Words dance in their formal wear.
It is dangerous to be
Counted, passive as a corpse
In the hands of the washer.
God was proof there was laughter.
Couples argue over chores.
Chores are all keep us alive.
Chores extend infinitely.
Before arguing, they slept.
She screamed and her nightmare crashed
Through the roof of his dull dreams,
Crushing them all instantly.
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