On rainy days, I often think of the man submerged in deep waters.
“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, “joy lasts forever.”
He speaks of my hidden longings—the ones I keep buried, unseen.
On rainy days, I often think of the man submerged in deep waters.
“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, “joy lasts forever.”
He speaks of my hidden longings—the ones I keep buried, unseen.
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