pinhole in a plastic cup
subtle
unnoticed
until lost hopes pool at its base
and the solid surface gets murky
contents drained
gutted
an instance at a time
but no one notices
until it’s all bled out
and the imbalance
weighs heavy on the framework
pinhole in a plastic cup
subtle
unnoticed
until lost hopes pool at its base
and the solid surface gets murky
contents drained
gutted
an instance at a time
but no one notices
until it’s all bled out
and the imbalance
weighs heavy on the framework
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