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Jun 2014
You reek of sweaty tenderness
the kind with a soft and gentle touch
grabbing on to my nose pulling me up real
close much
like those
drips sliding
never letting go
until
they

drop


The harsh colliding of such
small and delicate droplets gives my rivers soothing shivers
as the so called divergent waves bounce
back and forth
against the edges of each cliff around high and steep

Time after time
these drops
scared to leap
do

enjoy

the


fall


In the end, they're careless of it all.
If I had a dog I'd name him Puddles
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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