Feet follow your ghost traces evaporating the map until only my outline is visible.
Smell of moss wraps around me, wrenching residue from the well of you.
Wring it over my contours so that all is blurred in calm.
Listen to the waters clatter pitter simultaneously, both saying that I can leave you here without fear.
This place can hold you forever.
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