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Jun 2015
Drip
Drop
Drip

Don't let it slip

The time is now

So, please
get a grip

Drop
Drip
Drop

Don't let it stop

The why and how

Fell from the top

And now all we're left with are guesses
Empty attempts, and stained up messes


Words
and birds
sing to impress us

But they weep until they dry out
when they realize
that no one
has ever
been listening
Arlo Disarray
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