I am not of fire made, nor earth
nor am I, of heaven's air.
Of water, am I
fluidic, and so I flow
soaked, as I've absorbed
a river, so I seep
and pull my runs to sea.
All essence of my love, of me
is in my liquid.
Heart weeps, and so my tears
speak of sorrow, of joy
and of my body,
my body moist
my body drenched.
It will take flame,
breath,
alluvium,
wash in all of it
pool in me.
Of water made, am I
drink of me.
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Good use of "alluvium" (I read it twice) "It will take flame, breath, aluminum" (huh?) Ohhh...
Sometimes my quick wit causes me to be mentally lethargic.
I have become a big fan of your grand visual style.
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- I am of fire, toyed with in the wind, and easily suffocated, but when I consume the breaths that wish me out, desire ignites like a tree in a lava stream, but there's no obstacle that can fully and physically douse me to ash... just emotionally when I run low on wax.
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