droplets trickle down the skin
flesh boils as it seeps in liquid
close your eyes,
water can act like fire and burn
moist eyelids maneuver the speed of a penetrating glance of illusion
eyes open or closed
we customize our own imagination
cleanse away the outside particles,
particles of conformity
for it contains corruptness and selfishness
we are swarmed by filth delivering weakness
natural being remains
our inner beauty is locked within us
let it illuminate greater
a deep song is produced
by the rush of drops echoing in caved emptiness
enticed by the simple rhythm
we hum
blood runs smoothly
heart pounds heavily as water pounds the backbone
intimately rubbing palms against bare skin
feels so real
we are drawn to the traces of our actions
so closely intact with the body
the colors begin to vanish
steam rises and breathing becomes heavier
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