Sponge
I want to soak it all up.
Every
Last
Drop.
I want to be drenched.
Absolutely sopping– filled to the brim.
‘Til the sun poisons me,
And I start to mold.
I want to feel this full
All the time.
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Lovely! May we all try to sop life!
Interesting outlook!
I love this so much!! What a lovely period of life to be in 🙂