The obstruction moved and it came flowing in
Soothing fluid, transparent, yet rich
Surrounding me again, washing me again
I waded in the rush and let it refresh
Showered me, lovingly, and awoke me
Once again, saturating me with bliss
And the stream... eventually stopped
It receded, dried up, and ran out
And again, I wish it could have lasted
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