Cry Session

February 9, 2012
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I try to wash away the filth of my past.
But after my shower, my tears break their hold
My emotion floods me, and I cry at last.
And down my face drips the paint of my soul,
But I clean up the colors and wait to be told
The price at that my innocence should be sold.

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