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Poetry

This contains the random thoughts of a college student. Brace yourselves for depressing weirdness.

Water

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by CivilizationLost

by CivilizationLost

It
Comes
Slow
Just
An
Off
Beat

Dripping
Dropping
Never
Stopping
For a
Second

But turn the
Handle a bit
More and you
Will see a
Steady stream
Of water
Flow onto
The ground
Below you

Until drips are streams
And drops are cohesive
All together as one being

Then you
Turn the
Handle
Once more
And the
Streams are
Drops
And the
Flow just
Drips

And all that's left is a puddle