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Nov 2013
Steam rising, clinging onto my expression, sliding off my nose
Forehead pressed against the harsh, cold tile
My thoughts simmering and spurting
But the water stifles the spinning
Sweeping away undesirables
Remorse, worries, sadness
I smile as they
swirl down
the drain
Hannah Frances
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Hannah Frances  Ohio, U.S.A.
(Ohio, U.S.A.)   
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