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Cleansing
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Loosely Based On I’ve been dirtied now.
The grimy hands of lust have touched me
And my purity can never be regained.
Now only a filthy rag is what remains
Of a once unflawed scrap of silk fabric.
But through some cleansing tears
I can wipe away the stains,
The impurities can be rinsed away.
These tears will also smear
The coats of concealer
I have placed over my heart
To deter from having to feel this way,
That way I will not be too shy
To allow love’s rich shades
To saturate me again.
