... becoming water for an hour or two. A gentle stream over the rocks and through the cracks. Dancing with fishes, with little shrimps. Caressing a woman's hairs still drenched in dreams. Flowing on her curves and kissing her skin. Calling her back from a long night of sleep. Her moment of relief, before sliding into the sink. To be forgotten.
Wherever I go...
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Proud owner of a worthless bunny
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