Kneeling, she scrubs the floor
With musical repetition
Back and forth for hours
Her rhythm is as steady as a drum
The flowing droplets
Cause her to feel as if
Her duties, her impossible chore
Are a mockery of her own desires
Never achieving a satisfying result
A red stain on a white floor
That grows and never fades
A color that refuses
To be spread thin
Ever diligent
She will not submit
To the obvious
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