The imprint where she lay
Can be washed away.
A single hair may remain.
And the stain,
Unseen?
That,, one can not clean.
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K Morris - Poet 
Oh that stain!
Thank you, Lorraine. I’m pleased you appreciate my poem. Best – Kevin