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laying in the bathtub with my legs propped up around the faucet, that blurry vision where i only see the outline of thighs & light glistening off the water/thought this could be any arms&heels&chest, any woman's skin&bones, any of those women i met in coffeehouses or dance bars, the women that turned me away ten years ago or last week//it makes me miss you far less, to realize that the next woman i meet will still have the same back, the same hands, sameneck. une femme est une femme.