legs bent, i want to drink up the porcelain pool below the broad shoulders and shrines of her nourishment. drink up the cost of bills i’ve paid, letters i’ve written, calls i’ve missed. appreciate the space in between the minutes where time slows and let’s you glimpse what could be, what is. i want to fall in and get lost and found. know one to find, nowhere to be, nothing to lose. after all. i’m in now and i want it to last. but humanity makes me come.

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