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I stand In the morning. The water careens off my skin Cleansed Purified body. I sit right down And it pelts me Sliding like liquid hands, down my back around my neck. Liquid fingers, Life, Caresses my chest, this daily pleasure. The kettle bubbles as I rinse the bubbles from my hair. I cannot stop Grinning My soul, once held captive is set free by the water. I sink down in the cool tub, and I am renewed.
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Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 7:54 AM UTC
Renewed
I stand In the morning. The water careens off my skin Cleansed Purified body. I sit right down And it pelts me Sliding like liquid hands, down my back around my neck. Liquid fingers, Life, Caresses my chest, this daily pleasure. The kettle bubbles as I rinse the bubbles from my hair. I cannot stop Grinning My soul, once held captive is set free by the water. I sink down in the cool tub, and I am renewed.
senor-negativo
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Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 7:54 AM UTC
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