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Puddles

by @Pie

Hello, I am a puddle person. I'm certainly not the only puddle person, of course. And I often think I'm more puddle then person. I lay on the floor still. People come by and see themselves reflected in me. Sometimes they step in me, and drops of me splish around and evaporate. I'm content being a puddle it's, comfortable. People are aware of me whether looking at themselves, tip toeing around me or jumping in. I am NOT invisible. Love me or hate me this puddle person isn't going anywhere, until I become more puddle then person.
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33 / F / San Diego, Ca
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Written by
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33 / F / San Diego, Ca
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Dec 11, 2018
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