Glass spills on the counter-top
The rest of what I've got
Cotton cloth caught calling
Monster molding more maladies
Drip
Drop
From the sand clock
Is it that I am repressed?
Or is it that this beating heart
Sees no boundaries around you?
When you leave, it's like you die.
And then I must find
Somewhere in time
A place where you do not exist
- PatInTheHat
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