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Literary: Grime

5/17/2017 09:24:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

In casual conversation and mundane routines,
I couldn't help but feel the dirt clinging to my skin.

I have tried to pry myself away from this mire,
To shed the tainted skin that hang on my bones.

For when once, I showed you
All of my filth, and grunge, and grime,

You then took your leave.

And ever since then it felt
As if I could never be washed clean again.