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Apr 2010
Cleans the filth off a persons hair
Off their Bodies
From their hands
Cleans the swears from your mouth

A bitter recognizable sent
The scent of early morning
Clean Fresh New

With this my senses burn
Like these past few years are being wiped clean
All of a sudden I feel fresh
Invigorated
From the scathing hot water
The endless scrubbing
Of my raw flesh

Now no one can see my mess
They cannot tell where I have been
A fresh start
The one I have been hunting for for ages
There are still some scars left to explain
But with time those fade as well

I have found peace with myself

He is my soap
I'll never forget that smell
Written by
Amanda Mary Rose
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