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Jun 2
Just a little too much
to overfill a glass,
not quite enough
to fill up the pitcher.

Dripping down the sides,
an ever-messy lover,
yet spiraling in panic
when I’m spilt on the floor.

Whether the rain revives me,
or the sun dries me up—
I don’t fit anywhere
I want to.
I don't want to be liquid anymore,
I want to be solid.
Kalliope
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Kalliope  27/F/Home
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