Wetness
I'm feeling Watered, Just now Life has a lot of Wetness.
Spaces, Places and Crevices, some I like, some I don't mind and The Places I just Hate to see any kind of Dampness.
Raining down, lying on the ground, Something telling Me what Water is doing.
The taste is good and bad. The feelings I have about this - are a little jumbled.
Smelling, is it Me, I smell.
I have went on for this moment realizing the Font has grown and I don't know why but it's like the problems with my water laying in the puddle trying to fix my Pipes that are exploding apart.
It wants to make me Cry, More stupid wetness.
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