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to seep through the soles

there has been a hot steam pressure pushing me down for the last few days. horizontal became natural. and vertical became requiring too much effort.

then it poured.
condensed and fell down as the rain falls down the skies

water transformed into my essence and heat into my form.
opening chakras with smells of essential oils, mind with words of value and laying them down with lacework of boredom.

all rivers have an end, not all them beginning

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