It smells like darkness. It can't be hers.But this. This has to be hers. Tainted by shadow.
It won't come off no matter how many times I wash it. No matter how many times I hide it away. I can bury it six feet in the ground and I can still feel it burning my nostrils. [the sound of hands being rubbed against a bristly face again and again]
Who? Who
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