stopper
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how many times whiplash before neck
broken we fall before thee, prostrate,
dead.
crawling through backways,
squirming, recoiling,
is it a prayer or a deathwish. can it be
both. or, maybe, it is a leaking faucet
drip
into a sink with a stopper.
hand in hand,
drip
we have
so much
drip
potential.
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