A filtered haze of
grey and blue
as I drenched
in you....
The cravings
eddying
flooded with pools
of you....
Awashed bodies
and garbage
bodies are garbage
too....(?)
A remembered
flurry of
You and I
washed away
But why then
does my skin
still ooze....
With the thought
of a monsoon
you....(??)
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