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Oct 2015
It clings to my fingers
This terrible filth
I can't touch you
Or you'll get it
I try to clean
But it spreads
Could I burn it away
Can I pray it away
They say no
They say it's
Here to stay
It's in my soul
But what do they know.
mikecccc
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mikecccc
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