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In the shower
I'm hugging the sun,
embracing its rays.
The window is open,
wind strokes me in waves.
Outside noise is numbed,
by the rushing and pulsing:
the only sound to be heard,
is of our hearts beating and lips parting.
Condensation trickles
down the panes of the glass,
its mist blankets us,
from any memory of the past.
In fact: it feels as though,
we are in a womb,
...Saturday 6th July 2019 9:09 pm
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