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Dec 2021
My life is dripping out of my hands
fingers aren't watertight

sticky palms
sticky jeans
red streaks down my shirt
Just a little puddle, cupped
and the **** thing's dripping out.

Run down my wrists
smear in my elbows
stain my shirt sleeves blue,
my tears are chapped
lips run dry
watch as I drown
in my favorite hue.
Written by
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   Zoe Mae and Ranita
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