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October 3, 2010
I leave myself behind me.

Always shedding wisps of me as I walk--clinging to the air, the earth, the walls. I will always haunt your skin, always kiss your lips. Feel my fingertips at the back of your neck, ghosts of what you miss.

I am everywhere I've been--damned spot you can't wash clean. There is no holy water for me. No priest to make me leave.

You are changed because I touched you, new because I smiled. I am the sin that can never be forgiven. God help us both, but I can't help what I've been.