An ungraceful return, oh dear, drenched to the bone. soon, your skin will bloat with the water, you'll turn blue like the lake, like the rivers you fell in love with, cold so cold. the flesh will fall off of you as your tendons tighten and eat themselves. you hoped to, but you'll never be the rushing water and the fresh scent of new life. ever since the beginning, the beginning of the water and the nine months of your genesis that made you close acquaintances, the two of you were never going to be one again. how could you forget? you float along unnoticeable. all you've managed is to turn cold, so cold. rise, my dear, grasp a new chance, whichever your form.
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