I felt dirty. Unclean.
So i took a shower.
I was exhausted.
Finally i took my hair down.
It felt disgusting. Repulsive.
So i washed it.
Twice.
I sat in the tub.
The spray fallign across my chest.
With my hair hanging in front of my eyes.
I stared down at my body.
Memories returned.
Of who I once was.
Of who I wanted to be.
Twin rivulets fell.
Cascading off my eyelashes.
Finally the water turned cold
I lost track of time.
I lost myself.
But at least I felt clean.
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philandering philisophical prophet
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