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Feb 2020
My body remembers,
Your filthy rotting hands spewing toxic touches
My body remembers,
The stench from that abandoned room
My body remembers,
The aches, the pain, the guilt, the weight
My body remembers,
As tears stream down my face
After all those years,
My mind has forgotten
Yet my body remembers
Written by
Nightingale
101
   Fawn
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