Winter rains soaked us to the core,
our first bath, drawing her near.
With trembling hands, we dared to explore,
water swaying her anemone clear.
Through steam, I ventured the unknown—
what was once two becomes one.
Where I end and she begins... unknown.
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 5:47 PM UTC
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