The bathroom strangely lit
Hanging from the shower rod
Chomping at the bit
Love lost in the underground
Never fakes the fit
The warmth pervades
The warmth, it makes me sit
The drops unknown
To you or me or...quit
If only life goes on my dear
Then that would be all over it
What do I say
What do I mean
What meaning fills
The in between.
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