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Bath Tub Dreams |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
I think of words at the oddest times as I lie in the bath tub smelling orange sea salts with a plastic cap covering my hair feeling the deep conditioner cool my scalp I think of words Common words sound odd as they flit through my head capitulate sounds a lot like copulate and I wonder if there is a reason for that similarity Whisps of memories peek in only to dance away before they interrupt my silent solitude in my bath The aroma of oranges and cream rinse tease me as if a beckoning dessert and I think of ice cream with chocolate sauce and nuts forgetting the poetry of words and remembering the cloying sweetness that I now long to taste. aziza |
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divine chaos Senior Member
since 2006-07-09
Posts 617dancing 'neath the moon |
got donuts? *grins* I've had moments like that heck, I have years like that lol ~*Sheli*~ By words the mind is winged |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
same here  |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
If I had donuts I'd share with you both. Thank you for reading this. aziza |
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