The trickles of rain cast upon my body,
That feeling of cleanliness and refreshing zest;
I scrub gently, with soap upon my breast.
When the droplets stop, I feel an oddity.
Why now must the sharks of brown cry?
The moment that I far from dry,
A true inconvenience
To allow this deliverance.


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