Bubbles
Bubbles live in sorrow,
brief lives, bursting
move, and they're gone
gone—
as if they never
existed before
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We wash our sorrows,
scrub again and again, erasing
soap and sin that seeps into our skin
our touch destroying what barely was
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I draw air; they vanish silently
in and out—
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Sinking silhouette,
dragging deeper down into the depths of despair
nothing left to rise, nothing left to vanish
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