That smell;
I would recognise it anywhere
It takes me back
To playground days
When I tiptoed
To reach up to the sinks
Teacher would line us up
To wash our hands
With it
A slither of pink soap
It's body marred
With damp licked cracks
Formed by overuse
Thick like tar
It clings to the air
Stinging my nose
And my skin
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