Outside, the rain.
But here you ask for water.
From eyelash I brushed
away the crust of a blistered dream
where I was eyeing you
pulling something up from a deep well
a full cup a drop in my hands
shy of spilling, a gift I
insist. Here. at least a sip, or it’ll slip
and shatter a rain cloud.
Later that Day
by James Pate
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by Jie Wang
... The line spacing is double. Double. So it can fit both the reader and the author. The little cracks are little traps ...