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Dripping
As my heart skips in miles
And not as the crow flies
My head in my hands
Your nails in my sides
Blood in the tears
An ache in my vision
And I just want to be alone
A boulder, untouchable, yet
My mind becomes undone
A few drops of you
Can reach my soul
In the cold, I break
From the dirtiest of spouts
Clean water can flow
You are my water, dripping
And not as the crow flies
My head in my hands
Your nails in my sides
Blood in the tears
An ache in my vision
And I just want to be alone
A boulder, untouchable, yet
My mind becomes undone
A few drops of you
Can reach my soul
In the cold, I break
From the dirtiest of spouts
Clean water can flow
You are my water, dripping
Published 2nd Jan 2023
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