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Bathroom
I go in the bathroom wanting to take a shower.
I put my clothes and my feelings away to get washed.

I stand in front of the tap.
I turn it on.
Water starts pouring.

I space out.

The water becomes too hot to handle.
I turn the tap without looking —
towards the right,
because that is where the cold water is.

But then I get a thought:
No, the cold water is on the left.

I turn the tap to the left.

Then I get burned
from the water.
Im so sorry if it sounds stupid but this is one of my first tries of poetry.

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