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Oct 2017
Grief is a leaky pipe
One drip at a time
Eroding the surface my tears fall upon
Revealing the broken bones of my soul
Washed blood white
Tick, tock, drip, drop
The pipe bursts
Washing the salt from my eyes
Into the sea
Anon C
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Anon C  31/F/Virginia
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