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Drain
I watch it all wash away,
sliding down the drain,
it slips right through my
fingertips.
A reflection not mine
gazing back into my
glassy eyes.
I feel the moisture in
the air, it clings against
my skin.
My breath fogs upon the
glass, scribbled within the
secret messages, I try to
decipher their meaning.
Looking deep inside the
waters for an answer to
the reasons why, every time
I think I am near it blurs
away.
9:33 PM - 10/5/2006 -
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