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Dec 2019
dear plumber
drip. drop. drip. drop.
quiet nights, empty stalls,
not a soul in sight,
but the flow persists,
and one by one,
the water falls.
Written by
Gina Nguyen  17/F/Mississippi
(17/F/Mississippi)   
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