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Spots of Ink

Apathy is contagious,

It slips through lips.

 

Effortlessly navigates winding channels

Discerning certain sweet spots.

 

Sapping any will as its own.

Lingering, it never deteriorates,

Every breath bringing in more.

 

I never cared much for catching water drops

So now I don't try.

 

Into each life some rain must fall

Too much,Too much has fallen already.

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christopher-blanck
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Nov 1, 2012
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