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Hot Water


Moving through what is clean and unclean requires a mistake.- a mistake (the ache can relate)

The acne can overtake- what is the posture of my heart and how can I relate/unrelate(d) when all i see is a face.

Deeper than a sea of infedilty of or memory or guarentee there is a mess within the cushions between. 

Comfortable without reasonable doubt, cushion gives a clean feeling throughout. 

                                                    My favorite bling I reminded of in a dream finding a shiny penny!

                                                    Laying on the ground wherever, I know my tempature. When the rememberance of my family members first gave me a bath. Ouch! Too hot on my puppies head, I did... adjust. Not knowing my tempature. 

Warmth. 

Hot water is best to kill germs.

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