in this steam
sadness hides.
with this water
tears may trickle
all the dirt
will wash away.
naked.
i am real.
bare for the
universe to see.
if the stars could twinkle
above me
and rain flowing
to quench me,
to cleanse me,
and replenish me;
it is then that
i will be
complete.
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