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Feb 2021
another drop of joy i clasp
welled in my hands
slips helplessly through my fingers
and drips into the tranquil lake
where it can no longer be reached
lest i lose the bliss i treasure like a reserve
and although i thirst greatly
i will not drink
another drop slips
i never said iā€™d be alright
just thought i could hold myself together
alyssum withers
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alyssum withers  16/F/akl
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