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Cleans the filth off a persons hair Off their Bodies From their hands Cleans the swears from your mouth A bitter recognizable sent The scent of early morning Clean Fresh New With this my senses burn Like these past few years are being wiped clean All of a sudden I feel fresh Invigorated From the scathing hot water The endless scrubbing Of my raw flesh Now no one can see my mess They cannot tell where I have been A fresh start The one I have been hunting for for ages There are still some scars left to explain But with time those fade as well I have found peace with myself He is my soap I'll never forget that smell
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Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 8:48 AM UTC
Soap
Cleans the filth off a persons hair Off their Bodies From their hands Cleans the swears from your mouth A bitter recognizable sent The scent of early morning Clean Fresh New With this my senses burn Like these past few years are being wiped clean All of a sudden I feel fresh Invigorated From the scathing hot water The endless scrubbing Of my raw flesh Now no one can see my mess They cannot tell where I have been A fresh start The one I have been hunting for for ages There are still some scars left to explain But with time those fade as well I have found peace with myself He is my soap I'll never forget that smell
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Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 8:48 AM UTC
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