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You think I'm the only one who has changed
since the last time
your fingers felt my body;
and honey,
I'm not disagreeing with you.

But before you blame me,
how about you wash the
dirt from underneath your fingernails
so when you try to serve me
a platter of guilt,
at least your hands will be clean.

— The End —