The faucet still leaks
Water drips onto the floor
Then silence once more
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365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
Day 9: Dripping
The faucet still leaks
Water drips onto the floor
Then silence once more
