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Apr 2014
mom left the water running in the kitchen
I can hear its profane drip
it's naked, molesting my eardrums
like the men they tell you not to approach
and the people who get cited for disturbing the peace
it's irregularity haunts me
the precious water (or is it *****?)
flows down the drain and I can't help but shiver
as I listen to its profane drip.
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