hygieneA Poem by ChristineI find myself wondering if the last time I saw you will be the last time I see you naked in the shower, you hand me soap. I tell you to look away so I can wash expectations off my skin and watch them circle the drain. I fear they will clog the pipes (I hope you know a good plumber) © 2015 Christine |
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Added on August 14, 2015 Last Updated on August 14, 2015 Author
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