I've floated on reverse flow, willingly or
unwillingly, I do not know, that -
was my desire, or your
enamored eyes
forced me
to accept the inversion challenge, or
maybe I didn't care, even the
probability of submerge,
some descending
hangover or
growing
intoxication, what was in that melting
moment, no one knows, just
we lost senses, it was
too late, the night
was over !
the morning glory was blooming just
across the glass window - -
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