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September 6, 2013
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I asked my mom to wash my sweatshirt
because it reeked of you
and nothing I did was able to scrub it away.

I don’t know if it was
your soap
or deodorant
or maybe your brand of cigarettes,

but the scent of you
clung to my sweatshirt
and refused to let go.

I asked her three times
to wash it again and I swear
the last time she gave it back to me
I could feel you whispering in my ear:

memories are not a stain you can wash out.

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Mckay This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 13, 2013 at 6:46 pm
AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH. This is phenomenal. I love it. Memories of exes are like stains you can't get rid of, even if you use a jug of bleach. Congrats on the Editors' Choice. 
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