My hands can be clean,
But what will happen to my soul?
Which formula will clean my dirty heart?
Who will wash my worst nightmares away?
When will my dreams be flowing freely without me?
Cleanliness is so relative, purity is nonsense, beauty is everywhere…
Somewhere in a factory, Huadu, Guangdong Province, China…
© Michel Lâg-Chavarria.
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