Warm water brushes my skin

Brightening the pale to red

Cleansing the day from me

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Bubbles foam on the surface

A protective blanket to hide from

My unkind eyes

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Music echoes from a nearby phone

The vocals leaping from wall to wall

The tile barely singing with them

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I look down at myself and see

A slender torso and small thighs

Perfection shimmers beneath the ripples

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Relaxing is easy in this place

Beauty is only a natural response

An assumption through the water

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Soon the water drains

And my reflection can no longer be seen

Through reflective bubbles

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The cold rushes to embrace me again

And the glimmer is gone.