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Mar 2014
the shower is my nation
the shower is not my bath
the shower is my salvation
when I have lost my path

the shower is warm
the shower is wet
the shower, like a storm
sometimes makes me sweat

the shower is my nation
he does not dare to frown
he stops all of my frustration
and knows to calm me down
Nienke
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Nienke  29/F/Netherlands
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