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Hating Him He washed her mouth with
his liquid detergent, telling
her bleach-colored fluids
would wipe away her filth.
He left her, sopping wet
said there was no need
to dry what he tried to
always keep drenched.
She was parched for love
and no matter how much
she scrubbed and scrubbed,
she would always be soiled.
