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Mar 2014
If I thought I could wash you out of my head,
I would never get out of the shower.
I would never stop clearing away the dead skin,
Stop soaking in lotions and salts,
just to remove the smell of you.
But still you remain,
Suffocating me like oil on water.

So I lather,
Rinse,
Repeat.
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