naked, vulnerable,
in the cold shower soaring my heart even more,
the realisation struck me,
the volumunous feeling of love,
would never become mutual.
And the only feeling of warmth,
I ever had in me,
would drip away,
just as easily,
as the water pouring down from the skies,
down my body,
in to the depths of hell,
the hell I created myself,
the hell of loneliness.
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