You have exhausted my waters
Your thirst for me
left me dry. You
took away every last drop
and now I cannot help myself.
Little love. You gave me great.
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Resting in that prism; a population of magnificent reflections. Revealed in the diamond edges, ideas bounce from light. Contours are made home to ideas of crystal clarity when you hold your prism in the fullness of your hands.
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Nice.
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