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You're In The Shower
But I still smell your warmth
How do these marks
That look like hate and pain
Feel like love
Affection
Heat
Attention
Unbridled lust
Gives itself to us
And we give it back
Never could tender be so rough, eh?
A mess, we've made a mess!
Fuck cleaning
That would wreck it
Amidst the warpath that was us
And still is us
More calm than any storm's calm
More peace, more love, more smiles
More truth, more imperfect flawlessness
No matter how awake I am,
You make me more so.
