Jealous of water I am,
skin of which touches you,
Shower like springs of desert,
Jealous of dusts falling from you....
Jealous of sweat that leaving you,
how can be they so near to the shower,
How can they form over my Flower...
I have been printed on your T-shirt..
D Bad Rabbit, you see,
O' my goodness, it is you but.............Siddhartha
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