I always associated you
With the smell of my hand soap
And the smell of my pillow
Whenever we talked
I was already in bed
I always washed my hands before bed
All those discussions and dreams
Are what shaped my every view of you
I hardly know you anymore
You hardly look at me anymore
I can’t remember the smell of that soap now
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