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| Outline of a Tear Drop |
| Dripping Who left the faucet running? My mistake It's me a pool collecting at my feet as I write questions with no answers To why it's over what I did wrong or could have done differently The words blur merging into a mass of ink the paper spattered with drops of water tears Drying up quickly, blurring the lines An outline of the result of what happened slowly getting over but never forgetting. July 20, 2001 |
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