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You drained me of prose. I poured out to the ocean like a flooded stream. I couldn't hold in my love any longer. You made me believe I was special to you, but you knew I never would be yours. You let me ache. I wonder if it felt so good to be wanted by me, you got all you wanted...

I am not a fish, I am the water.

I'm not the drip drop, I am the plenteous pouring of all you could ever need.

I will never be still and stagnant, other oceans will call to me, other winds will blow and rains with fall.

And you will swim in what you know, satiated. Good.