Sometimes
sometimes
I just wish
that my tears will grow
boots on them
and kick you in the a**
or somewhere else
Or
converge together
in a pool
down the floor
And travel the distance
between us
In the streets
Disguised as dirty puddle-water
It’ll crawl and sneak at your house
Up the wooden posts
of your creaky bed
And go,
seep into your pores,
or nasal passages
to literally,
drown you in my tears.
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that one is quite wet!
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hahahaha! I know, right? 😀
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