The Drain

And so it is
As it should have been:
A new start
And full of sin.
Whispers
                        In the dark make
My neck tickle...
Illuminated by the lamp
While the faucet
T
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    C
    K
      L
      E
        S
Of a youth gone past—
And quickly it did




September rain haunts
And I fasten the lid.