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what do you think of when I say flood? gushing water breaking through a dam? overtaking things not meant to be wet? the land below wave more than just sand? well it did feel like that. held my cup of unused tears held them back; i can’t cry not in a million years but as i went to press a button not important of any sort i held the cup in one hand and with the same i pressed my floor then it happened. nothing then all at once. my cup tipped over and a few tears spilt in a little pearly bunch they pattered onto marble floor of the white lift oh no now they know the walls know i slipped it wasn't on purpose but they’ll say its a lie i have to run no time to say goodbye.
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Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 5:58 AM UTC
Flood (of tears)
what do you think of when I say flood? gushing water breaking through a dam? overtaking things not meant to be wet? the land below wave more than just sand? well it did feel like that. held my cup of unused tears held them back; i can’t cry not in a million years but as i went to press a button not important of any sort i held the cup in one hand and with the same i pressed my floor then it happened. nothing then all at once. my cup tipped over and a few tears spilt in a little pearly bunch they pattered onto marble floor of the white lift oh no now they know the walls know i slipped it wasn't on purpose but they’ll say its a lie i have to run no time to say goodbye.
inspired by my friend, who didn't mean to cry in class but her bottle was just too packed.
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Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 5:58 AM UTC
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