Crawl space
Johnclarestokes
Seems lately I am are down in the crawl space
Down low creeping lest the head hits a beam
In search of the waters continued leaking
Down low the pipes trying to trace
Above the ones your presence enjoying
The love to you they have given
But you’re in the cool sand crawling
while above for the water they’re calling
Seems it’s in the dark of the crawl space
Where into the low we are so often going
that we at last find the quench for the thirst
a thirst not found in the mending of pipes.
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