of china drops.
Wallowing in the atmosphere of heavy sadness, watching tears
slowly wend their way down the inside of a window and falling
into the open pools of my soul.
Looking after the debacles throughout life, wanting to dispose
of it all, and knowing that it will not go away, because it is
all a part of me within.
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