Falling in Love at A Laundromat

​Wash my clothes with yours. 

Combine flesh and sweat into a concoction of poisonous pheromones tossed and turned with every spin cycle, but never rinses out. 

Wash my clothes once and my scent will never escape your memories when you think of me.

 Nor will you ever want it to.

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