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Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Tears are long gone.
Life is drained out completely.
Yet memories remain inside the empty shell.

Is this why stories were written and neatly typed?
Is this why whipped cream fell on the ground?
Is this why chocolate melted on the fingers?
Is this why villas and gardens were built?
Is this why time rolls away in silence?
Is this why people choose to die?


2009/11/02