Category: bath
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Sweat Beads
Count the beads of sweat They drip from your chin to your collar It is left soaked Like love spilling over into a wet sea The salty taste is bitter but cool to the touch You swim in unnerving fantasies Driven by an anxiety you can’t explain It is a bath in cold water produced…
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Punch Drunk Heart
What does a punch drunk heart know about love? It feels without remorse It beats without a care Calm when your around Then on edge when your not there One minute up The next down A tryst comes Romance goes But the connection stays the same Bathing in the sunshine Soaking in the warmth of…
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