Gray Blouse
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Category : Poems
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I let the drops of hot water dance -As it flows over the sandstone wallsWhile I take a shower.I prefer to sting my skin than "my chest"With a fake love - because it hurts less.I like to see steam play,Even the mirror I see it blurred.I like to hear my echo,I like to sing there because I know,That no one can see me dancing.I spend time with myself.It is the moment when I haveTo accept my body as it is.Every imperfection making it perfect...I love to spend time only with myself.I let the shampoo fall on my shouldersAfter it covered all my hair.I let the shower gel cover the rest of my skin.When I come out of the shower,I feel like a new person -With a fresh apple scent on my gray blouse.
