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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Tasty teardrops

One tiny tear
At the base.
And
Delicious drops
Hang
By the edge of shelf.
Giving in to gravity,
Blending in the puddle,
Where you can't tell
One from another.
The pendants,
Trickling, slowly.
Spirits,
Draining.
Sorrows, swimming.
And
Empty bottle, mocking.