The Wash

The fear washed over her and never went away.

Stayed in awe and wonder forever till this day.

No amount of wisdom or joy or music played.

Could ever wash away the stench and on my knees I prayed.

It’s conscience and its knowledge that someday you die.

And if it’s not today my love then wash those tears you cry.

Dennis Mantin

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