And this, the smell of sin,
open to interpretation,
clings to my hands;
a sleazy perfume.
Sin drips from my nose,
and sours in my mouth;
the smell of regret.
A contest entry
- ~Do Still Not Know What Sin Is~ by SoulfulBubbles.
300 points, ended October 2, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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oo i like this
thanks for entering
i think it would be neat if you continued it
congrats your a finalist
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