L2

priceless is the feeling
when we're chasing each other behind walls
and years
among the oldest of trees
such warm feeling comes in
when my mind's rhythm meets yours,
so lost it feels when i'm more than found
i've got nothing on my mind
for that i've become a victim of the fountain
with each drop you
dissolve bits of me
leaving my numbness
and bits of you behind..

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mid-day crisis