Drip,Drip, Drip,the calling of the broken sink. With little tiny cries calling.
Help Me,
Save Me,
Fix me,
The shear plop of each drop exploding as they hit the bottom of the sink drives you crazier with each second that passes by.
Why, Why must you drive me to the point of insanity?
Just,
Fix,
Me, it cries
And yet I have no intent on fixing this problem anytime soon.
I like how you write about how the sink gets mad at you.
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