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But For The Dripping
In his life,
Joyous events
Have been like small drops of water
Dripping into a bound persons mouth
Barley keeping them alive.
Whom,
While being further tortured
By common experiences and lackluster events,
Wishing only to die,
Cannot
For the dripping...
Wednesday 24th January 2018 2:23 pm
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