the concrete jungle
a woven web of golden silk
When you swim to the surface to grasp
oxygen
you released self to your subconscious
effortless actions
comfort, familiarity
a modus operandi
oh don't you deserve a little love
after a saunter in the snow storm
what tops a little pamper
as some physical experiences
currencies can define
I just wanted to be soaked and grounded,
you uttered
and there I stood,
forgotten
somewhere in between those lines
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