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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.

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