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I know how the slow dripping tap feels, And more. I know that sink won’t fill. Not if the drops linger. Water does not have a memory, It forgets. Or pays no attention, Each orb the only world. That reflection clearly has no eyes, I hope. Or it would see the sharp Pain its coldness caused. But as it clings to each droplet I Wonder, Do you try to savour The reason for each drop? Now I see, each droplet is a waste, Insensitive. So why do I listen To you cold dripping tap?
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
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I know how the slow dripping tap feels, And more. I know that sink won’t fill. Not if the drops linger. Water does not have a memory, It forgets. Or pays no attention, Each orb the only world. That reflection clearly has no eyes, I hope. Or it would see the sharp Pain its coldness caused. But as it clings to each droplet I Wonder, Do you try to savour The reason for each drop? Now I see, each droplet is a waste, Insensitive. So why do I listen To you cold dripping tap?
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
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