Drip. One more milligram of salt in my green tea. Drip, drip. A hint of mascara on the keybord, while reading useless discussion forums on line.
“Hello?” ... “No, it’s hay fever season, you know. Got to go know. Bye”
Drip. Dark blue circle on light blue tshirt.
Write – erase, erase, erase. Not allowed to write anymore. The truth cannot be told. Drip,drip, more drip. Off to bed.
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