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Leaky Faucet
Slip behind the door and hide
And grip the cold brass handle
Clench the lip that yearns to groan
Like a wick, unclipped on a candle
When alone I nip back out the door
And vanish at the tip of a hat
I rip the page on which I write
That drip is driving me crazy
I felt heat coming out of this one.......or was that my own projection?......rofl......you know how my projections are.....;-)
I felt heat coming out of this one.......or was that my own projection?......rofl......you know how my projections are.....;-)