You and your pliant touch lit me up, there my diva, morn.
After the shower, your wet hair and your braid, in trying untangling
Humble effort, down to earth
I rush to thee, my open palm , water soaked paperspace, and
Eyes soothing a time, comforting chime, a return to home, shalom , or even nonetheless, Perhaps
Surrounding you, an...
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