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Liquid
In the shower,
Our water mammal instincts
Draw us to breed and nest
Without guilt or guile.
Beneath the pretended waterfall
You churn me. In the moving
Current my grasp polishes your pearl.
The rush of falling water
Makes your outcry sound like like eagle songs
And we transform to soar.
Our water mammal instincts
Draw us to breed and nest
Without guilt or guile.
Beneath the pretended waterfall
You churn me. In the moving
Current my grasp polishes your pearl.
The rush of falling water
Makes your outcry sound like like eagle songs
And we transform to soar.
Published 30th Sep 2018
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1st Oct 2018 2:18am
This has a lot of instincts man should fallow just be free no cares just free to do swim as fish living in a world of cool water
nice piece
nice piece
Anonymous
1st Oct 2018 4:31pm
Brilliant write.
