Fever (day 598)

Washing off the whispers that have floated over my body from a lover isn’t as easy as it would seem. The emotions gather around and within and caress my soul until I fall down to my knees begging for forgiveness. I die as the silent wishes wash over my naked body laying in the cold moonlight that howls at my soul. And here, I cannot sleep for all the whispers float over my body. There, and there, there is where I float away from my secrets and fever to a land where no emotions flow.

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