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Genevieveish Jul 1
Warm and full
My bubbly, baptismal vessel
Carries casked vanilla notes in its steam
A pillow of air
Keeps me from drowning
My ******* float and lift away
Brackish water covering near the totality of my body
Changes within me and its salinity
As each teardrop rolls into the mixture,
I struggle less to stay afloat
A poem about bathing in tears as crying acts as a source for renewing and release.

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