Wanting, waiting
Standing at the edge
I can feel the rush
The flow within me
Boiling over, wanting to explode
The flames of night
Wash over me
Cleansing my soul
Making me pure
The blissful pain
I let loose
The current flows from me
The internal waters
Quenching the flames
I am clean again
Soul bathed
My mind free
Darkness comes to dry me
The soft touch
I am reborn
Like a child
I run to it
The night is there
Open armsWaiting to receive me
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