09 | A Pond of Tears

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my tears have gathered
enough to forge a pond.
I savor the salty relish.
an anguish a day keeps
each droplet moist.
the sun attempts to
dehydrate the surface
but the waters refuse to scram.
I perpetually drown in it.

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