We ran away
Leaving this World
the Love, the Hurt, the Dirt.
We made our Own.
Something not in any word
Our gold and silver pieces
The rush of water, our fountain;
and the soft hum unknown
Pulling back
forevermore and only to us
the gentle strokes
Silently
where secrets are felt
and the skin whispers
eluding Time
eluding Time
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