A Curious Bath
Went my ear drums,
Like in the bubble bath I'm drawing.
Went my heart strings,
Like in the bubble bath I'm soaking.
Went my lover's voice,
Like in the bubble bath I'm drowning.
Went his heart strings,
Like in the bubble bath I'm dying.
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