I gave you sweet still water
You craved sparkling fake fruity plastic
I gave you a cool mountain stream
You wanted the violent rush of a dam release
I gave you the fine linen sheets
You wanted satin and lace
I showed you the aching blue sky
You preferred neon lights that beckoned to your adrenalin fueled laughter
I gave you back to your subway life
But you came back again and again for respite and healing.
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