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1d
I turn the light on in this space,
The walls, they watch me in this place.
They see me take off all my clothes;
I blush because I know they know.
The soles of both my feet are cold;
The floor heats up, my toes enfold.


my original but not in meter (or a kind of meter but meh not really)

i turn on the light in my bathroom
my walls in here they listen to me
they watch me take off all of my clothes  
i start to blush because i know they know
the soles of my feet are really cold
the floor's heat wraps around all my toes
acacia
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acacia  F/orbis
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