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Skin

I wash your scent from my skin
The cold water rushing over me
I scrub your scent from my skin
While that song of ours surrounds me
 
This bottomless pit is lonely
This hurting encompassing me
You wouldn’t even heed my plea
Were we really not meant to be?
 
In the back seat of your car
I embraced the scent on my skin
I hate where we currently are
But I loved the scent of your skin
 
Can I never win
Must I rid myself the scent of your skin
While I bathe in this bath of sin
You falling out and I falling in
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