I will edit my soul
with the colourless liquid
that escaped from the two overflooded doors
and stained page 255 on
the medical ethics section.
'Drop on the floor, drops.
Tear drops
never to return.'
A lullaby moaned
before hope runs out of
the small, plastic bottle.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
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