I know you're here, there, everywhere A presence virgin to the eye A fragrance yet to be tasted I have yet to touch you You have yet to touch me But my bare, cold skin feels
Floating is my favorite pastime, my kind of fun Drowning, what I do to keep my sanity The waves ebb into my body Dog-eat-dog, dos and don'ts How much more will it take The icing on my cake
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