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Mar 2018
Blink blink
Eyelashes flutter
Running water
Let me shrink

Alone, peaceful, quiet
Soaking
Bubbles popping
Calm, my body met

Paper pages
Soul sleeping
Faucet weeping
Erasing edges
I had a free afternoon. So I treated myself to a bath bomb. I hadn't been able to relax in a long time.
Written by
E McNamara  18/F/in the ocean
(18/F/in the ocean)   
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