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Oct 2018
I can hear the leaky faucet drip,
lying here in my bedroom.
I forgot to drain the bath.
the steady ping of water,
meeting water,
unsettles me.

but I feel myself sinking into my bed,
and the idea of that walk,
seems endless.
amber
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amber  20/F
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     --- and Molly Nicole
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