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chiasa Dec 2017
Gazing up
Water accumulates
On the concave
Made by my cheeks
And my brows.

Thinking
Where are the answers
What is this unnamed
Demanding hollow
Inside this chest.

Looking down
The water drips
Endless
Something broke.
When will it end?

The rain,
My tears,
These drips,
And the sky's leaks,
Which is which?
171212 sometimes my eyes leak.

— The End —