Category: soak
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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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Train Ride
Train Ride the smell of heavy sulfur permeated through the train station’s platform it rises like grey smoke from my Daddy’s hand carved pipe soaked in a color reminiscent to ebony splendor i don’t belong here but i’m here open eyes lock onto me like i have a gift for them but silence…
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