Faucet
coming on again.
Expression touches brow;
relief trembles, exalted.
Bitter ache caressing spine,
and jarring it no longer.
Outward is the flow; the
stop and go of madness-
It's poetry
coming on again.
Poetry by StillHoppin
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Written on 2013-03-18 at 23:05
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