i want water in your hair
droplets on your skin
beads on your eyelashes
the same way snowflakes melt-
a delicate sight
i want to know how clothes
cling to you
translucent and thin
i want to see what you look like wet
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Dysphoria
Поэзия"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
