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Unclean

by Bobo 

Posted: 05 October 2003
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Though I scrub
the filth remains,
clinging,
enveloping me
in its polluted mitt.
Raw skin, blood -
nothing rids me
of its
poisonous
mocking
grip.

If only I could
reach under the flesh,
I could
be clean.






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roovacrag at 16:56 on 06 October 2003  Report this post
A victim can never be cleansed.like it bobo.
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Fearless at 19:34 on 09 October 2003  Report this post
The dirt persists......good piece

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