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Aug 2015
Warm wet hands lather my smooth face,
Peeling away each layer of grime,
The texture of the water mixes with my eyes,
Making me feel a strangely smooth sensation stronger than ever
Pimples slowly melt away inside the hot steam,
Appearing then disappearing again
What a waste of steam,
What a waste of complexion
So wonderfully smooth and tempting like...
Chelsea Spears
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