“How do you feel?” She asked “Okay” I said, smiling
“Is that all?” she retorted wanting to be told something like: “I feel elevated with you” “My heart flutters near you” “I feel free like a bird with you” “My heart is floating on a white cloud of pure bliss”
…Or some other bumpf
“Dunno” I replied
I didn’t look, I didn’t dare to look dare to look down, deep inside down, deep inside, to see, the grey fog to see, the grey fog, covering the pit covering the pit, of ages the pit of ages, covered with a reinforced concrete lid a reinforced concrete lid, like those of the underground missile silos those of the underground missile silos, three metre thick a three metre thick lid, on that pit on that pit, ready to be taken off to be taken off, to see the those things to see the those things, of feelings, of a life time, of feelings, of a life time, writhing, around, writhing, around, to get out to get out, to be free to be free, to be felt, to be cared for to be felt, to be cared for, to be washed, to be washed of the pain to be washed of the pain, in rainbows to be washed of the pain, in rainbows, and with crystal drops in rainbows, and with crystal drops, of a thousand streams of a thousand streams, of tears a thousand streams of tears, to be washed free to be washed free with tears
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