Bathe me in surprise
The shower curtain ran away
Dimming lights, slow trickling;
Mock my trembling shadow.
Stars are fading
The warmth has its own search
What are we looking for now?
The walls crack a little.
Let go. Take a deep breath.
Underneath the sheets
I can still trace your heat
I think I better start running.
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