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Tuesday, July 30, 2013


It cannot cleanse me
It cannot wash me
From this Dirt
That has caked upon my skin.

Though, other times I can Smile
With Mud in my Teeth
And Sin in my Bones

But Why
Do I feel so Wrong?
For something that Makes me?
(Feel Right?)

Oh I cannot help it...

This Dirt has Made My Skin
And The Dirt Ive made Kin.

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