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drip.
drop.
drip.
drop.
into a sea of thought
not a word wasted
each breath tasted
as though you cared
for my world
in one ear
you hear
yet without the sounds
coagulating into patterns
of semi-consciousness
yes?
you say
your eyes
they're glazed
with the haze
of these frustrated
days
you say happy
are we?
drop.
drip.
drop.
into a sea of thought
not a word wasted
each breath tasted
as though you cared
for my world
in one ear
you hear
yet without the sounds
coagulating into patterns
of semi-consciousness
yes?
you say
your eyes
they're glazed
with the haze
of these frustrated
days
you say happy
are we?