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Jan 2013
Bleach my soul with the tips of your fingers
Make it polish so your reflection lingers

Wring out every unpure thought until theres only you
You may even want to let some of those drip out too

Scrub my mind with an innocent nap together
To be awoken up by the sunny morning weather

Return my mind to the dirt when our lips meet
For the best results wash, rinse, and repeat.
Ninej
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