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May 2016
The water, too hot
The faucet got cold,
And with it my feet,
My most sensitive parts are suddenly burned by the touch of this warmth
This warmth is no campfire though,
It engulfs my body and I am left,
Charred and crying,
Please just go away
Hayley
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