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Apr 2015
No matter how many times
I scrub my skin,
I still feel *****.

No matter how many
layers I burn away,
I still feel contaminated.

I cannot wash away your touch.
I can still feel your lecherous hands
and I hate it.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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