I'd like to wash my hands of you.
Watch the skin melt off, turn to muscle and bone.
Scrub the past out of my hair.
Till it all falls out, ****** and bald like a newborn.
I only wish to purify; body & soul.
Remaking myself out of soot and stone.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
I'd like to wash my hands of you.
Watch the skin melt off, turn to muscle and bone.
Scrub the past out of my hair.
Till it all falls out, ****** and bald like a newborn.
I only wish to purify; body & soul.
Remaking myself out of soot and stone.
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