drip. drop. drip. drop.
quiet nights, empty stalls,
not a soul in sight,
but the flow persists,
and one by one,
the water falls.
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
drip. drop. drip. drop.
quiet nights, empty stalls,
not a soul in sight,
but the flow persists,
and one by one,
the water falls.