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A Cleanse

She took a break from her diligent work to acknowledge the blood as it flowed,

dream-like,

towards the sterling drain.

 

Mesmerized by its beauty and the sheer fact that the body is

completely

at the mercy of its owner,

 

she wanted to stop but knew his scent still

clung

to her skin,

 

so she grasped the steel-wool with raw hands and continue scrubbing.

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