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Jan 2018
I am left to bathe in the residue of your cruelty
scrubbing every festering wound
to the bone
but your scent lingers like a thousand deaths
and I can’t wash away this ugliness
I am rotting in your filthy essence
Alone in this bloodbath
infected with the incurable disease
of hatred
Melissa Rose
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Melissa Rose  48/F/Canada
(48/F/Canada)   
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