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The blood on his hands
barely washed away with well water,
hinting at the same sins
but only by scent.
Bed didn’t fill up quite like
it used to. Not quite
as pearly white.
Careless twirling of the spoon
in a cup of tea,
tasting of the same water
welded to his conscience.

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