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Garments stripped from worn bones and weary mind Feet dragged on tile; hands grasp plastic veil Stepping into a tub; near swoon divine A pure, naked self emancipation, before the squeaking running metalware   that erases the daily equation. Dancing, singing tunes of own devices: Cupid, Shooting Star, Sister Golden Hair Rocky Mountain High, American Pie ****** bosses gonna kiss ***** here Astronauts, cowboys, and rockstars meet here Best yet, the individual is here Although merely hidden by a curtain, all for your view is but a damp shadow.
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
Sonnet to My Shower Curtain
Garments stripped from worn bones and weary mind Feet dragged on tile; hands grasp plastic veil Stepping into a tub; near swoon divine A pure, naked self emancipation, before the squeaking running metalware   that erases the daily equation. Dancing, singing tunes of own devices: Cupid, Shooting Star, Sister Golden Hair Rocky Mountain High, American Pie ****** bosses gonna kiss ***** here Astronauts, cowboys, and rockstars meet here Best yet, the individual is here Although merely hidden by a curtain, all for your view is but a damp shadow.
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
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