There are various connections in my life, the river flows, just like the night sky, it gets into each crack, and narrow doorway, push it in, is it flooding, that grand web-weaver, has made all the connections, in one dream, I'm in a hot tub with Emma Watson, but you know what, she never lets me get it, she knows, I see her as a prize, another notch on my belt, so untouched, so pure, for as long as I've known her, I've never had her, maybe she keeps it from me, that delicate flower, as a reminder, of the reality, always echoing around us, the truth, all of its superiority, towering over us, come on baby, just let me touch, five feet apart, we're in a hot tub, but we’ll never make love, I even sought her out in another world, but she remembered me, her spirit, knew to say no to me, alas, just let me put my mouth on it, blasphemy.

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