Let it refill at night, from the springs that fed it.

Let those words pass through delicate lips and gentle fingers with a fiery passion for every experience. But don’t empty that well, he said. Stop when there is still something left in the deepest part.

And I suppose like Marilyn Monroe says, as permanently inked just below my heart and slightly to the left, “I restore myself when I’m alone”.

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