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I stare at the bagThe one you left behindI put it in the closetPull it to my chestHide it under the bedYet, I know it’s thereHaunting and taunting meThe shampoo is yours nowI will never use it againThe scent too much to bareYou lit my murky watersWith your match of truthA deep fire within meBurning the most valuableOf my possessionsBut you blew out the flameWith just one of your breathsI inhale just onceWhy waste the airThat was your pillowHolding the impression of youLike clay that’s been moldedI pretend you left To gather my morning needsMore milk than coffeeNow, I will have to explainSomeday, maybe, to anotherI crawl under the sheetsImagining you will followIt was not meIt was himMeeting the desire You so longed forPerhaps the secret of it allWas where your mind would wanderYou will read Desnos to him nowWine loosening your tongueTo examine FelliniAll that I thought was mineNow a gift to anotherThe evasive answers The mix up in timeThat’s where your heart landedShower waters can no longerWash this hurt from meCommercials misleadIt does not get rid of the grimeMy eyes scan the marble cellPerhaps your shampoo Will wash you away