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As the water and suds recede, I allow the bubbles to seep into my ears the sound like Pop Rocks candy exploding in my brain drumming in my ear drums. When it is over, I wring out the washcloth and watch as the water does a tornado dance down the drain-- and my tears with it. But the bubbles will linger on my body will cling to me like a desperation I once felt from you.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Bathwater
As the water and suds recede, I allow the bubbles to seep into my ears the sound like Pop Rocks candy exploding in my brain drumming in my ear drums. When it is over, I wring out the washcloth and watch as the water does a tornado dance down the drain-- and my tears with it. But the bubbles will linger on my body will cling to me like a desperation I once felt from you.
jessie-6
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
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