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Drip drip drip, the water droplets, on the old claw foot bathtub, with the rusted pipes, drip drip drip, echoing through the room, like a voice, or a heartbeat, drip drip drip the hallway is empty, the old stone house, like a memory, drip drip drip, and the water is lukewarm, always.
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
Claw Foot Bathtub
Drip drip drip, the water droplets, on the old claw foot bathtub, with the rusted pipes, drip drip drip, echoing through the room, like a voice, or a heartbeat, drip drip drip the hallway is empty, the old stone house, like a memory, drip drip drip, and the water is lukewarm, always.
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
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