Euphoria
Frigid water
Trickling down with ease.
Droplets dance on her eyelids,
A graceful ballet
chasseing to the aspect of her nose,
breathe it in.
Everything fading but the soft cascade tracing the mold of her lips,
The curvature of her neck,
Numbness falling over the lost body.
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