I traverse through my internal playlist
choosing only the most poignant tunes
the tunes that bring forth a wealth of dehydrated emotions
like opening a forgotten box of photos and notes.
These songs of my misspent youth
speak to me in a way I'd forgotten.
overly self conscious I didn't notice how amazing we all were
I close my eyes now, let the water stream down my face
tapping my heel on the slick porcelain- I start to feel the beatI close my eyes now, let the water stream down my face
I begin to sing that song you liked, It always makes me think of you
water reminds me of that time we got caught in the sprinklers
fleeing through the woods, laughing all the while.
I hear your voice
I scrub my eyes
in the plastic womb now
Clean
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