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Oct 2014
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Your smell lingered in my clothing's
It's just detergent
But your detergent.

I smelt in my hair
On my fingertips
and I recognise it.

I supposed it will be forgotten soon,
for its just detergent.

How clean is this detergent,
if it's not washing your shadows away?
Natalie Neo
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Natalie Neo  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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