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Jul 2017
Drip, drip, dripping.

Such that of a broken faucet.

Twisted in all directions,

Hoping that the flow would stop.

Yet;

It lessens, but never ceases.

Time shall come,

When the faucet reaches its breaking point,

It'll all pour out.

Flooding;

Drowning;

*Drip, drip, dripping.
woolgather
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woolgather  23/Non-binary/Philippines
(23/Non-binary/Philippines)   
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