Water comes from the soul
It creeps and flows around
A thousand drops of hope
And tears
And salty dreams of fornication
It purifies your mind
And gives you a nice, baby-like, brand new karma
Or it swallows you and put the air out
Depends if you respect its strengths
And its will to love
28/01/2015
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