Drip, drip, drip...
I've kept them open so long
the natural moisture must have dried & ripped
Rip, rip, rip...
If only I could learn to blink.
If only I could trust a wink.
But I just continue to think & sink
deeper into my thoughts of how life should be,
could be,
would be,
if my think became a double wink,
a blink.
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