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Drip
by
Adam Gilson
drip from me
like sweat
on hot days
and burning nights
you'll seep in
to
my clothes
the permanence
rewards
when i pile
them up
to
sleep on
you are there
swimming
beneath me
as i float
on seas
of memories
and
could
i just
could
i just
wear
just
wear you
where you
are?
cause right now
it seems
you're worn thin
and i
have
a
clean
closet
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