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Aug 2020
A sinking silence
Awaiting me under the heat of the water.. a drowning pleasure aching through my bones, illusions dancing behind me..chasing dreams, full filled with taste buds on my brain. Lost emotions going down the drain, whirling downward... insignificant drops left clinging to the faucet.


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Written by
casey plowman
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