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Jun 2013
I tried to drown your memory with his cologne
But when I got home all I wanted to do was *****.
And no matter how many times I wash my clothes
and wash my body
I feel him poisoning my skin.
Even now as I lie broken
from his theatrics
you  still haunt the cemetery of my mind.

*-lf-
Leelan Farhan
Written by
Leelan Farhan  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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