Cream shower curtains, cover shy, naked body, from peeping mirrors.
Showers and faucets, never speak or scream at once, proper diplomats.
Green-apple shampoo, Rosemary-lavender soap, garden in the tub.
Lather on fingers, unadorned plastic walls, verses on my mind.
Ale of hot and cold, truths and lies - tightly entwined, morn's quota of life.
White cotton towels, comforts the tearful body, readies for sun's eyes.
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