With the sound of the flow of water
The water inside me wants to be with that water. “Let me out of here!”, the water inside me says. “I want to go home”.
All the water wants to band together to be part of a puddle, a pond, a lake.
It is water’s way and cannot be overcome.
There’s a queue to get out of me and a queue to get in.
The fat in the milk, the cake, that roll with dinner. They’re all calling out to join me, to come into me, to become part of the fat castle.
The fat colludes to overpower my appetite to be thin.
The fat is empowered by my desire of it. The engine of my desire draws it to me. I am its lord and saviour.
I am the fat magnet.
There’s a third queue, words with U.
TBC
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