Moist towelette

She was a moist towelette.
Torn open and used,
to wipe clean the mess left,
from just another face;
left discarded in waste.

Not once did they know
Her softness unseen,
her refreshing white glow,
those sweet, cleansing pores;
those yearnings for more.

~ Mark Thompson

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