Bleach would be useless

a stain on my sleeve

a stain on my pants

a stain on the desk

a hole in the soul

I cut myself shaving

The cat bled to death in my lap

I broke the cup when the phone rang and they told me my wife was dead.

So many bad news

and yet

I kept breathing through each and every one..

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