Stained
I will always rememberthe belittling scent of your presence,
and how many times I
secretly
took advantage of every embrace
just to smell the cotton threads of your shirt.
I will always remember
the affect of your stagnant smile.
You were always smiling.
But will you ever know?
Will you ever understand
what your final touch left?
A lasting mark.
I will always regret,
but never forget.
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