sweat on a sweltering summer day.
It clogs my pores
drips down my neck
pools in my collarbone.
If only there were showers for the soul.
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Language is one of the most beautiful yet underutilized resources in the universe.
Please judge my words kindly.
Anxiety drowns me like
sweat on a sweltering summer day. It clogs my pores drips down my neck pools in my collarbone. If only there were showers for the soul.
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