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this loves dried up
you unscrewed the tap
let me gush and pour
through every sentimental crack
you had me unstuck
filling and filled
with each fulfilling fuck
I spilled and I spilled
but somethings changed
you come and you go
this waters grown murky
from your stagnant flow
you’ve turned away -
didn’t like what you saw?
did this damp heavy love
creep too close to your door
or did you foresee
a gathering mould
not the bright white tiles
that you were once sold
I let all my friendships
circle the drain
such a shame, such a shame
they’ve all washed away
and all I have left
is this drip of you
who knew water
could burn straight through
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