Great Expectations: Bathe in Truth Cream
The door is smeared with bloody prints
The floor is littered with smashed-up dreams
Madness lies in the furrowed squints
A hundred ideas wasted on the blasted regime
Brush out the deviled lint
Fly up above the horrid stream
Muddy waters always leave a hint
Make for a clean break and scream
No more wretched schemes
No more torn-through seams
Bathe in truth cream
Heal the bloody life reams
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psychologistmimi 
hey … I know a tree that looks precisely like that! 😀
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Lol. Awesome 😉
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