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Look, what I have become -- I'm running water.
I cannot help but flow inside your channel --
I am a river in your thirsty shoulders,
I am a waterfall inside your gestures.
Look, what I have become -- I am an ocean.
I wash your salt to tremble with your fever.
I lick your withered lips, drip from your forehead.
I cradle you in my wet hips at midnight.
I am the pulse of bells to fill your temple.
I fill your glass -- I feel when you are thirsty.
I fill your every cleft, feel every fracture.
Look, what I have become -- I am your water.
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