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Apr 2016
It is this,
this sitting here
in the tub,

this being here,
this getting wet,
and he having done

what he did,
and the inability
to wash him away,

his touch,
the feel of him,
the smell of his

being near,
and in,
and on,

and it is this
sitting here,
and looking

at the water,
and the wetness of skin,
and him,

and him,
and me,
the she,

the her,
the undone,
the one,

this is it,
and touched,

and unable to get
the head
around him,

and he,
and it,
and ****.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  72/M/England
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