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Drops drop in, out, around, the whole shape of me, tracing my creases and loving my lines. That, and nothing more. I soap myself silent and refuse to be jealous of how well water knows me.
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Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 2:44 PM UTC
Showers.
Drops drop in, out, around, the whole shape of me, tracing my creases and loving my lines. That, and nothing more. I soap myself silent and refuse to be jealous of how well water knows me.
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Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 2:44 PM UTC
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