Swimming pool—A man-made body of water, filled with the chlorine that soaks into the cracks of my skin or the salt I lick from my fingers to keep them clean. She swims along the bottom and my hands reach out to brush her waist. We're two mermaids in mid-summer, dancing around each other in the water, only to resurface in the face of disdain and reality. She tells me she loves me and I give myself to her.
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Jokes, Riddles, and Other Philosophical Insights
RandomSo this is just for me to do whatever depending on the mood I'm in. It's a way to get my feelings out, and also a way to show you what kind of person I am. So I hope you enjoy this inside look of who I am, but please don't use it against me to do wh...
